Page 20 of Never With You
“Shh,” he mumbles against my lips. “No one can know.”
That one sentence makes everything even more desirable.
There’s so much bubbling between us; my body hums with excitement.
Buzzing with intensity.
Vibrating with…
It’s my phone.
I’m aware enough to know the vibration is coming from my phone.
I peek an eye open, barely registering that it’s the middle of the night.
Befuddled, I squint at the clock as I reach for my device.
12:07 a.m.
“Hello?” I croak, holding the phone to my ear.
“Hey, sleepy head.”
A deep V forms between my closed eyes. That sounded a lot like Nate.
The more awake I become, the more pieces rapidly fit together in my mind.
“Dreaming about me?”
I fly up to a sitting position, more awake than ever. “What? No! Gross!”
My heart pounds so loudly I’m afraid he’ll hear it through the phone and know I’m lying.
I just had a dream about Nate Farnsworth.
And I liked it—if my menopause-level hot flash is any indicator.
“It’s okay if you dream about me.” I can picture the exact smirky smile that’s probably covering his mouth this second. “I have that effect on women.”
“Why are you calling me at midnight?” I snap, angrier at myself than him.
“That hotel you got me in Fiji the other night was a real dump. I know you did that on purpose.”
“Please tell me you didn’t wake me up in the middle of the night to complain about hotel accommodations you couldn’t make for yourself.”
“No, I just wanted to throw that out there before diving into the real issue.”
I gaze at the dark ceiling, summoning patience. “What now?”
“We have a problem. All the event swag for Sassy Scrapbooking is stuck in customs. The guests arrive tomorrow, expecting welcome bags full of t-shirts, lanyards, and water bottles, but none are here.”
“Wedon’t have a problem.Youhave a problem.”
“No, I think it’s awething.”
“I’m not in New Zealand. You kicked me off the trip, remember?”
“I did not kick you off the trip.”
