When I'm with You (Hope Town #3)(79)

He looks up from his chopping with a face that tells me he knows I’m lying through my teeth, his eyes sparkling with mirth. “You’re right, baby. It would have probably been more like two.”

I open my mouth to respond but stop when the doorbell sounds, waving him off and standing from the couch.

My parents come in and greet me with a hug, followed by Nate’s.

“How are you, honey?” Izzy asks after we move to sit around the kitchen table.

“I really am okay. It happened and it sucked, but I have to move on.”

Nate gives me a hard look

“Have the police found that man yet?” I look over at my mom and shrug.

“They won’t be bringing him in.”

Everyone looks over at Axel after his comment, and I feel a little spark of worry.

“And why the hell not?” His wife gasps.

I look over at Nate, terrified for what this might mean, and wait for him to take the lead, but he isn’t looking at me.

“He died last night. Lost control of his car and hit a tree head-on,” Axel answers.

“Good riddance,” my mom mumbles.

“I hope he suffered,” Izzy adds, nodding at her.

“Oh, I’m sure he did since his engine caught fire. From what the ME says, he didn’t die until after that.” Axel finishes talking, and I can see from his face that he’s happy that Levi didn’t die instantly.

I move my attention to Nate. He’s stopped his hands completely, hovering over the cutting board. I would have missed it had I not been looking at him, but he struggles slightly to keep his face blank before lifting one brow slowly. I follow his eyes and see my father looking at him with the same intensity. And then, to my utter confusion, he winks, causing Nate to let out a rushed breath. I snap my eyes back and see him nod with a small grin on his lips.

“Accidents happen,” my dad grumbles under his breath, still looking at Nate. He turns his head and looks over at me. “He can rot six feet under now instead of in prison. Ember’s safe from him, and that’s all that matters.”

What the hell was that? I look back at Nate, but he’s not looking up. He’s also not moving, just focusing on the vegetables he had been chopping with his chest moving with harsh deep breaths.

“Ember?”

Nate looks up when my mom calls my name, carefully masking his expression before giving me a look of pure adoration. Whatever just passed between him and my father is gone, and all I see now is that love he has for me shining brightly.

I shake off whatever I just witnessed. If he wants me to know, he’ll tell me, but all I care about in this instant is that we really can move on from this moment and put it behind us. Move on and spend the rest of our lives with this being a tiny little black dot in our past.

“You know what? I’m starved.” I stand from the table and walk over to him. He lifts one arm and I curl into his side. “What can I do to help, Nate?”

“I’ve got it,” he answers in a deep rumble, looking down at me with a smile.

“I love you.”

He swallows thickly. “Right back at you, baby.”





“DID MY DAD SAY ANYTHING to you about my call this morning?” I ask, thinking about the fleeting comment my dad made about needing to get my stuff moved over from storage since I had finally decided where I wanted to be. A weird comment from him, but one Nate took with a huge smile.

He pauses, his fingers stopping the soothing brushing of them through my hair. “Not exactly.”

I turn my head in his lap, looking away from the episode of Chopped we had been watching, and smirk at him. “Oh, really? What does that mean?”

His eyes dance. “He just pointed out a few things.”

He grunts when I shift and my head brushes against the bulge in his sweats, and he moves his arm away when I lift my body off the couch. I have to pause to pull the shirt I had changed into after our parents left down as it starts to ride up. His eyes follow my hands, and I just roll mine when he lets out a sound of complaint when my panties are covered up.

When I turn and climb into his lap, this time with my legs straddling his thick thighs, his muffled complaint turns into a noise of pleasure the second my lap settles against his.

“Let’s try that again,” I start, placing my hands on his shoulders as his hooded eyes darken. “What did my dad say to you about my call to him this morning?”

He shifts, his erection rubbing against me, and I have to fight back a moan.

“Nate?” I question when his attention strays to my now exposed again lace panties.

“Uh.” He clears his throat. “He might have said something about a ring not making an honest woman out of you.”

My jaw drops. “Focus, honey.”

He snaps his eyes up and his full lips tip up slightly. “I might have said something about not giving a shit because you were where you belonged, honest woman or not, and that I would make sure to rectify that before I put babies in you.”

“You didn’t!” I tease.

“Like I said, that might have happened.”

“You are a crazy man,” I joke.

“Not a surprise, Ember.” His lighthearted expression is full of unmasked happiness.

“I am surprised, however, that you didn’t get your ass kicked for talking about putting babies in me.”