Page 52 of Broken-Hearted

“Right.”

“What do you like to do for fun?”

I turn my head to look at him. “I feel like I’m on a date.”

“Do you? How interesting.” A smile twitches his lips. “I like to run. The rabbits are less fond of me running since most of the time I’m a wolf chasing them.”

“The poor rabbits.”

“And squirrels. My wolf likes squirrel.”

I laugh. “You can’t tell a girl on a date that you like to hunt and kill cute squirrels.”

He tugs me so suddenly, I hadn’t known he’d stopped floating until he pulls me into his arms. As expected, he’s grinning. “You do if the girl also likes to hunt cute squirrels.”

I roll my eyes as I loop my arms around his shoulders. “No, I don’t.”

He kisses me. “Yes, you do. We’ll do that later. In… stage four, I think.”

“Stage four?”

“Of my romancing Clara Vincent plan.”

“So, number one was breakfast?”

I slide my legs around his hips as he kisses me. “It was. Number two was fun in the water. I was determined to make you laugh.”

Which he definitely achieved. “Number three is…”

“Feeding you again.”

“Ah. This lunch date you promised. And four?”

“A run. Maybe a night under the stars.” He kisses me again. “Maybe something more.”

There’s no guessing what that something more is.

“Let’s go.” He pats my ass. “Time to feed you.”

“That ass pat has to go, Blackshaw,” I warn him.

It turns into a caress. “Does it?”

“Hmm. Maybe not yet,” I concede as he delivers a massage I wouldn’t mind lasting a little longer.

His smile fades. “Something more is fun. But I want more with you than just that. Come on.”

I think about his words as he leads the way out of the lake to our clothes. We don’t change there. We head back to my cabin and grab a towel to dry off first before we walk to the farmhouse.

As promised, Marshall fixed up Nathan’s gray Honda. The scratches are gone from the metalwork, and he looks to have cleaned it as well because it’s gleaming.

“Marshall did a good job,” I say, admiring his car.

Nathan grins at me. “I think he was looking for a reason to get out of the house for a bit. Jenna’s due date is approaching, and she now sees him as the source of her back pain and swollen ankles.”

I recall the heavily pregnant strawberry-blonde woman when I arrived. She looked tired and fed-up.

“Come on.” Nathan opens the passenger door for me. “Time to go.”

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