Page 93 of Before We Were

I step into the shower, letting hot water cascade over me, but it does nothing to cool the burning awareness that has taken root beneath my skin. His voice echoes in my mind:I wouldn't hate it.

Four simple words that have somehow rewritten everything between us.

The shower was exactly what I needed, but I'm still not sure what to make of the whole Nate situation. I thought I was confused before our little morning run in. But now, my mind feels like a mess of tangled wires, each thought connected to him. Every time I try to pull away, I get shocked.

I need air.

Fresh, un-Nate-filled air.

Lydia and Mom decide to head out for errands soon after, and I jump at the chance to join them. Lydia has a million things to do for the gala she's chairing, and it's the perfect opportunity to bury my thoughts in something that doesn't involve a broody, dark-haired guy who makes wearing a low-slung towel look like it deserves to be on a billboard.

The annual Eden Charity gala commands attention as one of the town's most prestigious events. As kids, we'd stay home with Dad while Mom supported her best friend. Now, with this year marking the twentieth anniversary, Lydia's been planning for months to make it the biggest yet. The event raises money for community housing and local projects—proof that beneath Lydia's polished exterior beats a heart of gold. She's not just about the glitz and glamor; she genuinely cares about making a difference. As we browse high-end stores, Lydia's enthusiasm bubbles over.

"We've already raised more than ever, but being the twentieth anniversary, it has to leave a mark." She dives into details about the silent auction, champagne reception, and keynote speakers, her energy infectious.

As her charity plans wind down, Lydia's expression shifts to something more personal.

"So, Nora," she says, perching on a nearby bench with the air of someone settling in for gossip, "Any special someone in your life?"

I shrug with practiced nonchalance.

"No. School's been intense this year. Haven't had time for socializing, let alone dating." I keep it brief, already steering the conversation back to safer waters. "What community projects are you supporting this year?"

She takes the bait, and I'm off the hook—at least temporarily.

After hours of shopping, my stomach protests with gremlin-like sounds, making Lydia's suggestion of brunch sound like salvation. We pass a building under renovation, windows masked with brown paper, fresh paint glistening on the exterior. Lydia halts mid-stride, recognition sparking in her eyes.

"Oh, this is the place I was telling you about, Kat!" She gestures enthusiastically. "Some big shot out of towner is turning it into a wine bar. Word around the country club is he's quite the catch, not my words, but the ladies at brunch are certainly intrigued."

As if summoned, Nick appears, juggling heavy boxes. Under the bright sunlight, his golden hair frames his well-chiseled jaw, softening his sharp edges. His face brightens at the sight of us.

"Nora, hey."

I manage an awkward wave. "Nick, hey. This is Lydia and my Mom..."

"Katherine or just Kat," mom interjects, her tone clipped.

Nick's warm smile doesn't waver as he nods respectfully, his gaze lingering curiously on Mom.

"Nice to meet you both."

"Do you need help with those?" I gesture to the boxes, though his straining biceps suggest he's more than capable.

Setting them down with a grunt, he flashes a tired grin.

"I've got it, thanks." He straightens up, his presence both commanding and welcoming. "But come in, let me show you around."

Inside, the interior stretches out, luxury waiting to be unveiled. "We're aiming for one of the East Coast's finest wine bars, but keeping it casual-elegant," he explains, enthusiasm evident in every gesture. "Renovations wrap up soon, now that I've got help coming."

I notice his subtle glances at Mom as he describes his plans, trying to draw her into conversations about décor. But Mom remains politely distant, her heart still carefully guarded since Dad's passing. While Nick fetches wine samples, Lydia leans in conspiratorially.

"I'm playing matchmaker here. Are you okay with that?"

Watching Mom's interaction with Nick, I raise a skeptical eyebrow. "I'm not sure that's going to work out."

Lydia's eyes sparkle with mischief. "That man hasn't taken his eyes off her, and she's not as indifferent as she seems."

Nick returns with drinks, offering me a specialty non-alcoholic option with a knowing wink. "Thought you'd prefer this. Still good though."

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