Page 100 of Fierce Love
“Let’s get out of here,” he says, and he takes my hand to lead me through the hotel to the main entrance. With his other hand, he’s got his phone out, his thumb flying across the letters.
“Who are you texting?” I ask.
“Bill. He’s driving the family around tonight. I’ve had too many drinks.”
“Oh, okay.” I hadn’t been counting, but if he feels like it’s too much, having a driver is exceptionally handy.
We slide into the back of the waiting car, and Nate draws me into a kiss, putting up the partition between Bill and us.
“What are you up to, Nate Tucker?” I ask with a little laugh.
“Soon,” he says with a sly smile, “I’ll be worshipping you at home. But I need to grab something from Cal’s place first.”
“It can’t wait until tomorrow?” I ask, nuzzling closer.
“Definitely not.”
“Boo,” I say, kissing him. “What could Cal possibly have that you need to get right now?” I run my hand along his thigh, drawing close enough to tease before backing away.
“You’re tempting me to postpone my visit, Ms. Davis.”
“I can beverypersuasive, Mr. Tucker.”
“I made a promise,” Nate says dropping kisses on my lips between words.
“Cal is very understanding.”
Nate chuckles. “Only because I never break my promises.”
“If I didn’t appreciate that you’re such a good man, I’d be a little bit pissed off right now,” I say as his teeth graze my ear. “I just want to get you home and all to myself.”
The car slows down and comes to a stop, and when I glance out the tinted windows, I find we’re already at the campground.
Nate opens the door, and he urges me to climb out. “You want me to come with you?”
“Why not?”
“I’m all flushed and turned on. Cal will take one look at me and know what we’ve been doing.”
“Pretty sure he already knows what we’realwaysdoing.”
“Nathaniel Tucker, are you kissing and telling?”
“My level of happiness does not lie. What can I say?” He’s walking backward, leading me across the campground toward the cliff.
“I thought we were going to Cal’s house?”
“No, something was missed by the cliff a long time ago. I need to make it right.”
It’s such a weird comment, and I just frown while I try to puzzle out what he means. The campground is getting close to low season, and there are only a few spots taken by people in mobile homes. The whole place has a hushed, romantic atmosphere. It reminds me of the first time Nate brought mehere—on the cusp of high season after he convinced me to give him one date. Four of the happiest months of my life.
And look where we are now?
Ahead, there’s a trellis strung with lights and flowers. It’s almost as pretty as the ones Posey had dotting the wedding.
“Oh gosh,” I say, breathing out my surprise. “Isn’t that pretty?”
As we get closer, I see there’s a blanket and a bottle of something in a steel pot.
