He wasn’t so sure of that but didn’t need to confess it.
“Then it worked out. We’ve got about an hour before other guests arrive. I can hear the bride and her party giggling down the hall.”
They were in a guest room getting their hair and makeup done. Or had been when he came up here. He appreciated his grandmother putting them the furthest away from his room.
Not that he had anything in here but some clothing.
While he sat here and looked around, he realized that for his wealth, he had a sad existence.
He truly lived his life on the road, discarding things he didn’t feel he needed, or not buying many possessions that others used as signs of their success.
He’d never cared what people thought of him.
Never thought he needed status symbols.
Living as he had, many women he came across didn’t know the extent of his wealth unless they looked into him. And when someone did, he ended things quickly.
But with Natalie, he’d freely told her what was going on in his life.
He opened his chest and let her see the wounds.
Maybe he joked about it, but they were there.
“What about the groom and his men?”
“They are arriving soon. My aunt and uncle don’t live that far from here and I think he’s getting ready there.”
“Do Nick and Courtney live close by?”
“Downtown,” he said. “At least that is what I heard. He works in finance and she’s a teacher.”
“That’s nice. You said she’s young.”
“Right out of college. I’m pretty sure she’s going to have an issue with my father’s date, but not my problem.”
“Why?”
“Because everything my father does makes a statement. The women he is with are no different. Buckle up, buttercup. It’s going to be an interesting ride.”
Her eyes moved over him sitting in the chair. His jacket was off and laid on the bed, his brown leather shoe on the knee of hisblue pants. His shirt was silver. No tie and he wasn’t putting one on.
Not even his grandmother could make him and he’d told her that when he’d left with his suit earlier.
“I like wild rides,” she said. “Even if people don’t think that of me.”
He smirked at the flush that climbed up her neck and settled on her cheeks.
He put his foot down and lifted his hands for her to come closer.
She held her ground.
“I’m not going to bite, even though you didn’t say I couldn’t in that contract of yours.”
She laughed. A nervous sound, but moved toward him.
His hands settled on her waist. She lifted an eyebrow. “What are you doing?”
“Touching you where you said I could.”
