Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

143. Nathan

ONE HUNDRED FORTY-THREE

NATHAN

The sun is almost set by the time we climb out of the hotel bed.

I had planned to whisk her away the second I got my hands on her, but then she told me she loved me, and all my plans went to hell.

I tighten my fingers around hers, and she looks up at me with such a happy expression that I have no choice but to kiss her. Again.

“Okay,” I say authoritatively. “We are leaving now, and your van is staying here.”

She smiles at me. “That’s fine.”

“And you’re coming home with me.” I narrow my eyes, daring her to argue.

Rosie nods. “I’m coming home with you.”

“But we’re making a stop first.”