Baby Be Mine(Spinsters & Casanovas Series Book 1)(95)

Onlookers, especially Winton, who was once again out and about running errands for Anton, couldn’t stop their mouths from gaping in awe of the two women, gliding side by side as if they owned the world.

One blond, with her hair piled high, letting a few tendrils fall gracefully to the side, and her blue dress leaving almost nothing to the imagination. Winton could only describe her as a cool beauty that outshined all others. He was sure this beauty would remain sketched in his heart forever, frozen in time. Although Winton wasn’t sure who she was, he sure hoped she would be his next muse to motivate him to lose those extra pounds.

The other woman, Winton saw, was the fiery redhead, Miss Fern, the one who was responsible for making him lose his motivation to lose those extra pounds by sprouting out that she was pregnant with Master Hunter, when in fact, they were simply the best of friends.

Again, she was a sight to behold. Dressed all in yellow, she was definitely the devil’s daughter out to rip out his heart with her scythe. And he sure wouldn’t mind if that happened either.

Side by side, red and gold, fire and ice, so hot and so cold—one would burn his heart while the other would cool him.

Winton felt all giddy inside. He couldn’t decide which one should be his prize muse. He was like a little kid in a candy store, having to pick the strawberry licorice or the banana taffy when both were his favorites. But once again, his mind was quick as he made haste to block their paths as both attempted to once again infiltrate the headquarters of Silverton Enterprises.

“I’m sorry, but no patrons are allowed farther.”

Immediately, Fern wound her arms around Winton and said, “But you know Fern, Winton. Fern isn’t some stranger barging into this place.” Fern directed her comment at the newcomer, clearly her competition. She hadn’t a clue as to who this newcomer was, but with that blue skintight dress, that softly styled hair, and that pale lipstick, she was sure this woman was a monster in disguise. And Fern didn’t like monsters. She was direct, yes, but she did not hide.

“You must be Winton,” the blonde said. Then she stretched out her elegant hand to shake with him.

Winton turned his head to stare at the beauty in surprise. He sure must be famous, he thought, smiling to himself. Even a guest in the hotel knew his name.

“My name is Caroline Bass. I believe my father is a great friend of Senior Clinton Silverton. I am also Hunter’s friend, his very close friend,” she said, eyeing Fern subtly through her thick lashes.

“Wh… wh… what?” Winton’s mouth gaped open when the blonde announced herself, feeling his motivation once again sinking to the bottom of the sea. “Miss… Miss Bass. The daughter of Mr. Steven Bass, who holds shares in the new joint venture with Silverton Enterprises?”

“Yes.” Caroline pretended to smile pleasantly. “So I’m not a stranger at all, right?” she said, her glare still on Fern.

“You said you’re Hunter’s friend. How come Fern didn’t know he has a friend named Caroline?” Fern came to stand in front of Caroline now.

“I am his new friend. We had a great time in Queenstown. He took me there, you know.”

By this stage, all Winton could do was stare at them, lost for words as his two favorite licorices fought each other, not with hands and swords, but with words, sweet, gentle words like knives cutting into each other’s skin.

“No, Fern didn’t know this, but maybe you should know that Fern has been a friend of Hunter’s for so long now that all his other friends pale in comparison.”

“I do admit that I pale in comparison to his other friends, but at least I don’t shine to the point it hurts Hunter’s eyes,” Caroline sarcastically retorted, running her eyes along the length of Fern’s body, who was indeed so vivid today with her bright-yellow dress. Combined with her coppery mane, Fern looked like an elegant parrot on parade. “Does he often wear his sunglasses around you?” Caroline feigned innocence.