44. Nate
FORTY-FOUR
NATE
She’s a goddamn goddess.
I already know this.
But seeing her tonight. In that outfit… I never had a fucking chance.
And if I get my way, this evening will end with my handprints on her ass and her coming on my cock.
Someone bumps into her, and she takes an unsteady step closer.
I narrow my eyes at the back of the man who caused her to stumble. And my weight shifts as I ready myself to go after him.
But then a hand settles atop mine on the table.
I snap my gaze back to Rosie.
She’s beside me.
Touching me.
Calming me.
I turn to face her.
I’m not a violent man. Have never even thought of beating a man for such a small reason. But as I stand here, staring down into the bright blue eyes of my past, I feel an impossible urge to destroy anyone who has ever harmed Rosie .
“Nathan,” she says as she starts to pull her hand away.
And there’s only one thing I can do.