Chapter 66

NATHAN She’s sitting on the sofa reading when I get home, looking lost and lonely. Fuck, I want to wrap her up and protect her from every goddamn thing in this world that could hurt her. And I want to spend the rest of my life doing it. I can’t let her go. “Hey.” I perch on the coffee table in front of her. “Hey. Did you have a good day?” “I did actually.” “That’s good,” she says, offering a feeble attempt at a smile. “How do you feel about going out for dinner?” I check my watch. “I could get us a table at your favorite steakhouse.” She wrinkles her nose. “I don’t really feel like peopling.” I drop to my knees in front of her. “Then I’ll book out the whole place.” That at least gets me a flicker of a genuine smile. “That’s such a Nathan James thing to do.” “I just want to see a smile on your face, corazón. Tell me what I can do to make that happen.” She presses her lips together like she’s deep in thought. “Food is always a good start. But takeout would be more my speed, I think.” “Ta