“I’m so happy.”
Falling back in love with Nate was easy. It’s always been this way between us.
“Me too, babe.” He quickly gives me a peck and lets me down in front of the shower before checking the water temperature for me.
“Where are we going? I don’t want to leave Skye.”
“Don’t worry, she’s coming with us, you’ll be seeing her a lot more now. She’s spoiled; neither Leo nor I likes to be far from her. She normally comes to the office with us when we don’t have full days of meetings.” Nate massages behind her ear. Clearly, she loves it because she leans so hard into his hand that she falls over from the force onto the floor. “We’re attached.”
“Oh. Why haven’t I seen her there before?”
He looks expressionless. “That would have probably ruined the surprise.”
“Oh.” I chuckle. “True.”
He opens the shower door and ushers me with a playful pat on my behind. “Be quick, we leave in fifteen. I left clothes out for you.”
What the heck?
My eyes rake down my naked body, then back at the door Nate just left through, and I wonder what’s come over him.
I’m naked and wet in the shower…alone.
Of course, I take a speed shower because I’m too curious about where we’re going, and I find everything laid out nicely on the bed.
New contacts, thank God; my eyes are dry as hell. A beautiful, long-sleeved, white, flowy dress—I have no idea where it came from—and a slinky gold bikini. I hold it up against my body, and there’s no doubt Nate picked this out.
My boobs will be lucky to stay in the triangular top if I even hiccup the wrong way.
It’s late fall, and it feels wrong to be wearing this. Last week, I was in boots and tights, but we’re having a significant heat wave this week, which I hope only means one thing.
We’re going on Nate’s boat.
As quickly as possible, I dress and hurry down the stairs, but there’s no sight of Nate or Skye.
“Nathaniel?” I call.
“Out here, babe.”
I turn in circles, no idea where he’s called from; however, it gives me a moment to appreciate the house. It’s gorgeous and exactly what I would expect from a Hamptons house.
The walls are lined with oversized windows with a clear view of the expansive property. All the furniture is in cream and blue tones, and there are many uses of natural wood, such as teak and mahogany.
The dining room table, the coffee table, and even some shelves are made from repurposed wood and reclaimed driftwood.
What I remember from last night, as I climbed the oversized stairs into the bedroom wing, was that the hallway was never-ending, and countless doors were lining the hall.
My nosy self can’t help it; my steps take me further into the house.
I run my hand along the deep-veined marble island, admiring the perfectly designed chef’s kitchen, then walk further toward the doors leading to the backyard.
Peering outside, I see a covered pool the size of my Atlanta apartment.
Kidding. Kind of.
Well-groomed hedges that block the neighbors, not that there would be many nearby. The property looks as if it could be ten, maybe even twenty acres. I can’t tell, but whatever it is, it’s massive.
The beautiful manicured lawns are immaculate, there’s tall beach grass planted around the travertine patio, and a wooden play area with multiple slides and a trampoline for Claud.
