I think I’m about to pass out.
I’m seconds away from uncovering the truth when Nate’s sharp nudge sends my phone flying across the couch, landing where I once sat.
Margaret nods in his direction, urging him to continue, and for the first time, I’m actually waiting to learn more about him. I should have asked these questions sooner and found out what he does for work—gotten to the bottom of why he needed this deal. Clearly, I was too wrapped up in my own world to bother.
“There’s nothing else to say,” is Nate’s most anticipated response.
Unbelievable.
A low hum of amusement slips past Margaret’s lips. “And how did you two meet?” I open my mouth to answer, only to be met with a raised finger. “I want to hear it from him.”
“We technically first met at a street corner.”
I glare at him from my spot on the couch. “There’s no need to lie. We first met at Brews&Bookmarks.”
Margaret’s eyes perk up. “Talk about a home-brewed love story.”
Nate turns to me, making sure to look me in the eyes. “That is false. We met outside when I saved you from getting pummeled by traffic.”
“If you can’t tell my friend—who’s a boy—has amnesia.” I tap his chest lightly.His really fucking hard chest.“He drenched my notebook in coffee, refused to apologize, and proceeded to tell me how he likes to take it—with milk and sugar, if you were wondering.”
“Out of everything said, only that last part is true, and not to mention, of the utmost importance. I wasindirectlytelling her that once she got to know me, I was sweet, exactly like my coffee.”
“So sweet, the next time we saw each other, we fell into a fountain!”
“That’s how it went!” he exclaims. “We then found ourselves soaking wet.”
“So very wet.”
“I don’t usually engage in premarital acts of love, but at that instant, I made an exception for her.” I choke on my own saliva. “I knew she was the one from that very moment.”
I shoot up from the couch, the heat that once engulfed me gone as I speed walk toward a secluded hall.
Nate quickly follows my lead, looking presumably more distressed than I am. And I can’t even blame the guy—he’d just admitted to a couple of seventy-year-olds that we had pre-marital sex. Something we obviously hadn’t done, and something I never plan to do withhimof all people.
“What the hell was that about?” I whisper-yell as he comes to a stop in front of me.
For the first time since he’s gotten here, I really take him in, letting my eyes roam up and down his figure. Black trousers fit him too perfectly, stopping just below his ankles.A white T-shirt clings to his body, displaying strong tan arms riddled with veins.
Flashbacks of hisvery wetbutton-down hit me like a tidal wave.
Snap out of it, Vivienne!
“You tell me! You’re the one who brought me here!” He glances back toward the hallway entrance, spotting Phil and Margaret peeking from behind the wall.
They retreat once they’ve been caught.
“I didn’t bring you here.Shebrought you here.” I point at Margaret, who’s acting as though she’s casually walking by, whistling under her breath.
Nate runs his hand through his hair with a sigh. “We need to get out of here.”
For once, we’re on the same page.
“As quickly as possible,” I agree.
“I say we make a run for it,” he suggests.
My brows lift.
