Page 22 of Mine Forever
He pushes off the wall and turns toward his friend. “You’re making me regret giving you the code to the gate. What do you want now?”
Blowing out a breath, I try to bring my system to rights. There’s no way I can get that close to him again.
I need to get him to agree to my proposal and then hightail my ass back to the mainland and on the first plane to New York—and my sanity—tomorrow morning.
“…bridge’s closed.”
My ears perk up at those last words.
I walk closer to them. “Wait, what did you say?”
Nate turns to me with a smile that almost makes me forget what I was asking. “Hey, you’re still here. Good to see you again.”
“Hey.” I wave awkwardly, a little tongue-tied to be honest with Chase standing there glaring at Nate like he could kill him on the spot. “Good to see you too.”
“I see Chase didn’t run you off.”
I smile. “Nah, he’d have to try harder to do that.”
He tilts his head, his smile still in place. “You look like you could hold your own when it comes to Hanover. Fighting back.”
Holy hell.
Is Nate Gentry flirting with me?
“That’s the best way to handle him.”
Chase clears his throat loudly. “Enough, Gentry. You’ve said what you needed to say so you can head out.”
Nate turns to him, a brow raised. “You got a problem with me being friendly to your guest?”
“You’re being more than friendly.”
“If I didn’t know you better, I’d be insulted since I’m a happily married man. I guess since I’m not being a dick to Eden, that means I’m flirting? Don’t worry, I think you got the dickhead part covered well enough.”
“Move along, Gentry.”
I roll my eyes. “Jesus, Chase, leave him alone and quit being such an asshole.”
Nate looks back and forth between Chase and me, a grin slowly spreading on his face. “Anyway,” he says to Chase, “I hope you got everything you need from the mainland.”
Panic grips my throat. “Uh, why is that?”
“We’re under a hurricane warning now. We have to shelter in place.”
“So that means…”
“The bridge to the mainland is closed.”
SEVEN
eden
In light of this news,I’ve come to a conclusion.
Karma is not a purring cat for me.
Nope, it’s more like a hissing, spitting alley cat.
