Page 68 of Somewhere Only We Know
“What does your schedule look like Mrs. Holloway?” Nate asks with a smirk.
A blush heats my face and the smile turns massive. “I have some meetings, a couple of podcasts to film, and some brand videos to film. But if I spend all day tomorrow getting everything done, then I’ll have the rest of the week free.”
The elevator doors open and Nate takes my hand, swinging them between us as we walk out to his truck. “Youlet me know how long you want to go and I’ll book us tickets to see our families.”
“Sounds like a plan, Mr. Holloway.”
If I wasnervous to face Sarah, nothing compares to sitting in Kamryn’s office while she rests on her desk and stares at us. Nate has wiped his hands on his jeans five times in the fifteen minutes we’ve been sitting here and I crossed, uncrossed, and recrossed my legs more times than I can count.
“So you lied to me?”
“Um,” that comes out higher pitched and she narrows her eyes at me. “Yes.”
“Why?”
“You are,” I pause as I think of the right words to use. Thank goodness Nate is letting me take the lead on this. “Pushy. No. That’s not it. Kammy, you command respect in every room you walk in. That’s just how you are. You expect everyone to be upfront about everything and that’s something I admire about you. Not everyone is like that. Some of us need to sit in our choices before we tell other people. But Nate and I getting married in Vegas of all places and not remembering it was something we needed to iron out before we told anyone. How would you feel if you married Mason and didn’t remember it?”
My sister deflates and nods her head finally seeing my point. “Okay, I get it. You two really don’t remember?”
“Nope. The last we both clearly remember was going to Fremont Street Experience and then waking up the next morning.”
“Which is why you two were acting so weird,” Kamryn notes.
“Yep.”
“Well, hey I finally get another brother.”
Nate looks at me weird and I pat him on the leg. “Mason has two younger brothers and a sister.”
The door to Kamryn’s office opens and Olivia pops her head in. “Damn. I have to go. Holiday season is my busiest time, so thank you for bringing this to me now.”
I roll my eyes and pull Nate up from the couch. “No problem. See ya later, Kam.”
Nate and I head back to my place where we make a larger and more solid game plan for how married life will work. Neither of us want to lose who we are as individuals so until we’re ready, we’ll continue to live in our respective homes with sleepovers. Is it what most married couples would do? No. But Nate and I aren’t most married couples. Plus, most married couples remember the part where they got married.
“What did your agent mean?” I ask as I look at the calendar that has all of our dates marked in for the next six months. With baseball spring training in February that was a surreal thing to write down.
“Long story short, I’m friends with her brother. And one drunken night I spilled about how I’ll never date anyone because Jax is the only girl I’ll ever want.”
My heart aches and soars if that’s possible. “When was this?”
“About a year after I was drafted.” Nate tells me and I continue to look over our joint schedule. “Bee, stop looking at the calendar. It’s not going to change if you look away.”
He’s on the other side of the counter chopping up thechicken for our chicken caesar salads. The oven behind him says five minutes left on the fries that are being made.
I look at him with a pout as I close the calendar and push it off to the side with a groan. “Happy?”
“Ecstatic,” he replies dryly. “Will you take the fries out?”
I slide off the barstool and grab an oven mitt. The golden potatoes and salty aroma fill my senses and I can’t wait to devour these. We get to work on putting the meal together and eat at the bar since our stuff is set up. I’ve been drafting emails and responding to a DM from Ellie checking in. I didn’t think I would hear back from her, but low and behold, she had been thinking of me too.
Pushing my empty plate away, I sit back with my glass of water.
“Good?” Nate asks with a smile.
“So good. I’m keeping you.”
“Noted. I wasn’t going to give the option to get rid of me anyways.” Nate turns me in my chair and puts my glass on the bar. His legs bracket me in as he takes my left hand in his and thumbs the ring.
