Page 44 of Unexpected Forever
“Yeah, I remember.”
His voice is deep and reminds me of all the things I shouldn’t think about.
He clears his throat before he says, “I’ll sleep on the pullout. Hell, I’ll even get another room if it makes you feel comfortable.”
I shake my head. “No, I’m not going to kick you out of your suite, and I’m not letting you pay for my room.”
Nate sighs heavily and lifts his arms out to his sides. “Charley, I’m trying here. You tell me you’re pregnant with my baby. I offer you a place to stay. I want to help and you won’t let me.”
I pace away from him and stand in front of the window, my arms crossed.
What’s wrong with me? Most women would be thrilled with his reaction if they found themselves in my predicament.
How many men would leave tracks when they found out they were about to be an unexpected daddy?
That should give him some sort of brownie points, right?
I turn to him and nod. “Okay, I’ll stay with you tonight. But just for tonight. And I’ll take the pullout.”
He shakes his head. “Hell no, Charley. You get the bed; I’ll take the sofa.”
I sigh, fatigue settling into my bones. “Fine. I’ll come by this afternoon after work. Let me go pack a bag.”
* * *
Later that afternoon,I’m standing in front of the door to the suite.
Room seven, of course.
Because the other suites were occupied.
Just perfect.
Somewhere along the line I must have pissed the universe off, because my resolve is really being tested.
I knock on the door, memories of the night I met him flooding my brain.
But this time when Nate opens the door, he’s fully clothed with no towel in sight.
It’s a shame now that I know what’s underneath those clothes.
“Hey,” I say and point to the number on the door. “Oh, the irony.”
Nate chuckles softly and shakes his head, stepping back for me to walk in. “No kidding.”
Inside, a glance around the room shows the room looks the same as it did the night we stayed here. Butterflies take flight in my belly, like they did that night.
But these nerves aren’t ones of excited anticipation but anxiety.
Nate moves past me, my suitcase in tow, and heads toward the master bedroom. “I’m just going to put your bag in here.”
“Okay, thanks.”
I follow him into the room, going straight for the bathroom.
It’s the one room we didn’t have sex in that night.
There’s no way I can be in the same room with Nate for long. Not when he looks hotter than I remember in his jeans and T-shirt.
