Page 75 of Devoted Enough

She sat as I finished up the last few dishes.

“Timberlynn texted and asked if I was planning on coming for Thanksgiving.”

I glanced at her over my shoulder. “And did you tell her yes?”

She smiled. “I did. I asked if we could bring something, and she said no. Then texted back and said to bring sneakers and dress comfortable.”

I looked at her and frowned. “What?”

With a nod, she looked back at her phone. “What in the world do they do on Thanksgiving?”

Shrugging, I folded the dish towel and set it on the counter. “I guess we’ll find out tomorrow!”

Before I got out of my car, Nate appeared on the front porch of his house. The smile on his face made my stomach flip with anticipation. I quickly grabbed my purse and bag and got out of the car.

“Want to park in the garage?”

I glanced at my old car. “I think it will be okay.”

Nate met me halfway and took my bag before leaning down and kissing me.

“I missed you.”

“It’s only been a day since I saw you.”

He smiled again, and my stomach felt like butterflies were in there. “I know, it’s crazy. I never in my life imagined I’d be feeling this way.”

Pulling me into his arms, he kissed me again.

“Well, if this is how you act when we’re apart for a day, what would it be like longer?”

Nate laughed, took my hand, and led me to the front door. “Let’s not find out.”

Once inside, Nate helped me with my jacket and hung it up. “Did you bring a heavier coat? It’s supposed to snow tonight.”

“No, I need to unpack all of my winter clothes.”

After taking my bag and bringing it to his room, Nate met me in the kitchen where I was peeking at the soup he had on the stove.

“What are you making?”

“Beef stew, my mom’s recipe.”

I drew in a deep breath and moaned. “That smells heavenly.”

Nate winked at me, and my heart jumped in my chest. “I was about to put the rolls in the oven.”

“Is there anything I can do?” I asked as I looked around the kitchen.

“You can go get into something comfortable. I know you already ate, but after I eat, I thought maybe we could watch a movie.”

“You’re sure you don’t need help?”

Nate shook his head. “I’ll let you pick out the movie.”

“Are you sure about that?”

He shut the oven door and turned to face me. “You’re going to pick out a romance movie, right?”

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