Page 77 of The Roommate Problem
August pulled away, his smile so wide those dimples were out in full force.
“So you and your grandmother are okay?” In addition to the pain she’d been suffering after their fight, Mo had been horrified that she’d caused a rift in Agatha and August’s relationship.
“We’re solid.” He nodded. “But we are going to have to work on our open communication, me and Gran. Especially since we’re going into business together.”
Her eyes widened as hope filled her chest. “Business together? Does that mean—”
“Yes.” He interrupted holding up a finger. “I’m staying here to work the grow farm, but I’m doing it on my own terms.”
He could do it on whatever terms he wanted. At the words “I’m staying here,” her heart burst with joy, and nothing could put a damper on it.
“The loan is out. Gran doesn’t need that type of risk, and I won’t allow you to put yourself in jeopardy, either.”
“But I’m willing to help.” She was willing to do just about anything for this man.
“I know, because you’re a wonderful person who would give a stranger the coat off her back in a blizzard if it meant keeping them warm.”
She would. She did once. But she’d only been a few blocks from home at the time, so it wasn’t like she got frostbite or anything, and the frazzled teen had left his coat at school. What was she supposed to do? Let the kid freeze? No way.
“I’ve been saving for my own flower farm for years. I have a business plan all mapped out. I was just searching for the right place.”
“And you found it,” she said with a smile.
He brushed his mouth against hers again, warm breath tickling her lips as he said, “I found her.”
