I laughed.
Natalie: If by sexy you mean a big T-shirt and shorts, I’ve got those packed.
Natalie: I grabbed us some dinner at the market. I’m planning to make lemon fish tonight.
Will: It all sounds delicious. Especially the big tee shirt.
Natalie: See you soon. XO
Will said he was willing to take it slow with me but was I ready to travel this journey with him? Or was the high from our time together fueling me to move forward before I could really think it through?
CHAPTER 20
TOO MANY COOKS
WILL
I’d been lazy all day, watching football and dozing on and off. It had been a long weekend filled with drinks, heavy meals, and endless sex with Natalie. My body was worn out, but in the best way.
The doorbell chimed, pulling me from the couch. When I opened the door, there she was— in lounge wear, her hair piled on top of her head. She didn’t wear makeup, and I loved that about her. She didn’t seem to try and was still the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen.
“Hi there,” she said with a soft smile as I grabbed her bag of groceries and let her inside.
“I missed you all day,” I said, pulling her close and giving her a playful squeeze on her ass.
She laughed, swatting my hand. “I see you’re still in the same sweats from earlier.”
“Guilty,” I admitted. “What can I say? I needed a lazy Sunday after you had your way with me all weekend.
She shook her head, but her cheeks flushed. I loved seeing her like this, completely comfortable with me. I hadn’t felt this way with anyone in a long time.
I escorted her into the kitchen, where she started unloading the groceries. “Make yourself at home,” I said. “I’ll take your bag upstairs and be right back to help.”
“Okay,” she replied, already pulling out ingredients to prepare dinner.
I jogged up the stairs, carrying her overnight bag, but just as I started back down, the doorbell rang again.
I froze.
Pulling out my phone, I saw a missed call and text from Blake. The message read:
Blake: On my way. Be there soon.
Shit, shit, shit.
How had I missed this? I’d been ignoring her all weekend, completely caught up in Natalie, and now Blake was standing at my doorstep.
I glanced toward the kitchen, where Natalie was humming to herself as she prepped the food. My jaw tightened. There was no way this would end well.
I opened the door, stepping outside and closing it behind me.
Blake stood there, her hair sleek, makeup flawless, and a sweater and jeans that screamed “perfect girlfriend.” She was holding a bottle of wine and a bag of groceries, looking ready for the dinner I’d completely forgotten about.
“Hey,” she said, her smile fading as she noticed my tense expression. “I’m officially starting to worry about you. You’ve been MIA all weekend.”
I opened my mouth to respond, but her gaze shifted to the driveway.
“Whose Range Rover is that?” she asked, her voice sharp.
