Uncovering Camila (Wildflowers Book 3) Read Online Free PDF

pounds against her chest. She’s never been this honest with a guy she’s just met. She never had to be. Most guys approached her, and she’d willingly fall into whatever was convenient. This time, however, if she’s going to make the most of the time she has left, she has to make the first move.
    “Who says it has to?”
    She looks down at his hand, still on her arm. “No one.” Her heart flutters as she utters those words. There’s something empowering about being the one to say, I want to be with you . Granted she didn’t say it explicitly, but Camila knows he gets it, gets her circular way of talking. Gets her .
    Marshall takes his hand away quickly and clears his throat. “You know I’ve never done something, and I’d like you to be the first to do it with me.”
    Camila looks at him questioningly. “You realize how creepy that sounds.”
    “I didn’t until it was out of my mouth,” he laughs. “Sorry.”
    “What is it?”
    “Catch the sunrise from the Bridge.”
    Camila starts to speak, but he puts his fingers to her lips. “Now don’t get all technical about the sun and the radius and latitudes. I’ve ridden in a car across the Bridge, but I’ve never walked it. And I want to experience the dawn with you. Simple as that.”
    “That it?” Camila mutters, her lips smashed against his finger.
    Marshall nods. “Yes.”
    “Then let’s go.”
     
    Of the 22.8 square miles of the Island of Manhattan, Camila would swear that they covered at least a third of them by late morning. She knows she’ll regret not resting her feet before her ten o’clock shift, but that’s the thing about finding connection. You’re willing to give up a lot just to keep it going. And as they wandered through the waking streets of the Financial District, through TriBeCa, the West Village and into SoHo for their second breakfast of the day, she promised herself it was worth the discomfort in her feet.
    “Why did you agree to come to the bar so late?” She asks, picking at her salt and pepper bagel.
    Marshall sips his cappuccino before answering. Camila covers her smile at the adorable way his lips curl around the rim when he drinks.
    “I guess you could say I did it for the experience,” he answers. “I never had a date that started so early in the morning, or late at night. Although you, I mean your cousin, wouldn’t agree to see me whenever I suggested it, so I figured if it was the only way to get a date with you, I should at least try.”
    “I’m glad you did,” Camila says.
    “In any case, this is the most active date I’ve been on. I think I burned off the drinks and the two empanadas in seven hours.” Marshall shows her his watch. She can’t help but notice it’s an IWC. Her uncle wears the same model.
    A yawn escapes Camila before she can stifle it. “Sorry about that.”
    “Don’t be. It’s selfish of me to keep you out. You working tonight?”
    Camila nods. “I start at ten.”
    Marshall flags down the server for the check. “Will it bother you if I get the check this time?” He asks.
    A smile spreads over Camila’s face. “Great of you to ask. And no, it won’t.”

 
    Chapter 7
     
    “Thanks for breakfast,” Camila says, leading him up to the stoop.
    “I guess we’re even now. No one owes the other anything.” He smiles.
    “I guess not,” Camila replies distractedly, searching for her keys. She can feel him distance himself from her, leaving one foot on the step.
    She looks up and notices the car waiting. “Were you just walking me to the door? You don’t need to worry about my safety.” Her defenses begin to go up. Did she read him wrong?
    “I know you can take care of yourself. I just wanted to spend a little more time with you.”
    So maybe not . Her body warms to that confession. At least she won’t regret blowing off some Law Review work. She takes the keys out of her bag.
    “So,” Marshall rubs the back of his neck. “Thanks for the first breakfast and watching the