And for the first time all day, the panic recedes just a little.
Because somehow, impossibly, Nathan Thorn is sitting across from me—looking at me like I’m a miracle—and I realize he’s right.
Talking can wait.
Just for now.
Tonight?Tonight might be the start of something else entirely.
ChapterTwenty-One
Nathan
I haveno idea what we’ve eaten or drunk during this elaborate dinner at the best restaurant in the hotel.
Not one clue.
The plates are cleared now, and the wine glasses have been replaced.The servers are doing their silent ballet around us—but none of it sticks.
All I know is I don’t want the night to end.
Adrianna looks perfect.
Soft.Warm.Real.
Fucking stunning in that skin tight ivory dress.
She looks like she belongs here with me, in this light, surrounded by music and city glow.
And even better?It’s like no time at all has passed.
I mean, obviously it has.
We’re both older.
She’s more mature.
A woman now.
Curvy.Real.Breathtaking.
Not the slip of a girl I once knew.I know she’s a little self-conscious, but I don’t know why.
She’s fucking perfect.
As for me?I know I’m older, but I feel like a fumbling teenager when I’m with her.That’s not a bad thing.
She’s just so damn beautiful, it’s almost too much.
Those eyes.
That body.
Her killer smile.
The way she licks her lips after she sips her wine.
The easy laughter that bubbles up out of her from nowhere leaves me yearning for more.
