He definitely was. Watching him was like seeing poetry in motion. Each movement as graceful and perfect as the last.
Nathan quirked an eyebrow at my expression. “Surprised?”
“Don’t be ridiculous. You’re the one who taught me swing dancing.”
I didn’t find it strange that he knew other forms of dance as well. Especially given his level of talent in it.
Nathan offered my sister his hand. “You must be Ms. Grumpy’s sister.”
“That’s an apt description of her,” Jenna said with a smile.
“Was she always like this?” Nathan asked.
“From the day she was born,” Dad answered.
Nathan peeked in my direction, his playful grin making it clear he was having fun at my expense. “I’m sure you two have a lot of stories I can use to torture Aileen with later.”
Jenna nodded, her expression as gleeful as her daughter’s had been earlier. “We do.”
“That’s enough of that, minion. It’s time to be on our way.” I stepped between the two before any further damage could be done.
“Afraid, Lena?” Jenna teased.
“About Nathan learning my secrets—yes.”
Unequivocally so. The man was a terror. No way did I want stories of my childhood falling into his hands.
“You don’t trust me, A?”
I narrowed my eyes at the enforcer. “Not even a little bit.”
At least not when it came to this. My life, on the other hand, was a different story. Nathan was one of the few I trusted at my back.
“I guess I can understand that,” he murmured, not seeming too put out at my caution.
“That’s mighty big of you, minion.”
Nathan gestured to the car. “Now that that’s settled, shall we?”
I didn’t move. “There’s no need. I parked not far from here. We’ll meet you there.”
Nathan shook his head. “No can do, A. My orders are clear. You and Connor in this vehicle.”
“I’m not leaving Gwyneth here overnight.”
“No need. I already arranged to have your car picked up and taken home.”
A throaty rumble came from the end of the street as a Jaguar F-Type roared into view. The exterior was a distinctive burnt umber that I had only seen once. On my car.
“Tell me you didn’t,” I growled.
“I kind of did.”
The Jaguar passed us, giving me a glimpse of the driver as he gunned the engine.
“Anton—that’s who you let drive Gwyneth?”
That’s who he trusted my precious to?
