Page 95 of Sworn to Protect

“It’s good hearing your voice,” he says, voice low and rough. “Even though I’m sure I’m probably the last person you want to talk to.”

I close my eyes. There are somanythings I want to say.

But all I manage is, “Why are you calling, Nate?”

“Are you free this weekend? I’d like for us to talk.”

The pitter-pattering in my chest kicks up a notch.He came back.

“That can be arranged.”

“I’ve already cleared it with your mom. Pack an overnight bag. I’ll pick you up Saturday at one.”

“Oh.” I blink rapidly. “You talked to mymom?”

“Is that a yes?”

I exhale. It’s not an answer. But it’s a start.

“That’s anaffirmative, Dixon.”

“Good. I’ll see you Saturday.”

He hangs up before I can respond.

I stare at the phone as my lips curve upwards.

He came back.

CHAPTER FORTY-FIVE

NATE

“This iswhere we’re staying for the weekend?” Mackenzie’s voice holds an edge of excitement, but her wide, wonder-filled eyes steal my breath. The afternoon light catches the sea-glass green, making them glow brighter.

I knew she’d love it.

Relief courses through me, loosening the knots in my stomach that had been twisting since I picked her up. This weekend is about more than just time away. It’s about laying everything bare and finally telling the truth. The part that haunts me. The part that might make her hate me.

“It is,” I confirm. “Do you like it?”

“Like? I love it. The place is stunning.”

“If we had more time, I would’ve taken you on a real vacation.”

She turns to me with that soft smile I’ve missed more than I want to admit. “It’s perfect. I can’t think of anywhere I’d rather be.”

Something tightens in my chest. I swallow it down and focus on the task at hand—getting through this weekend without completely unraveling.

Inside, the open floor plan makes the space feel endless. Sunlight spills through the tall windows, warming the French country décor, and the view from the back patio is enough to make anyone pause.

Just as she described her childhood fantasy.

“I almost feel guilty not having my kids here.” Mackenzie’s voice trails off as she runs her fingers along the stone countertop in the kitchen.

My lips twitch as I carry the bags to the master suite. With any luck, she and the boys will see this place again soon. “The kitchen’s stocked with cheese, crackers, and grapes. I thought we’d sit outside with a glass of wine while we talk?”

She nods, but wariness crosses her face. She knows this conversation isn’t just about catching up.

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