appropriately for the event, which means I’m going to have to borrow clothes from someone. Probably Harper.”
“I don’t care what you wear. Do whatever makes you comfortable.”
Comfortable. She did not think a designer dress and shoes, along with the dreaded super-supportive-you-won’t-know-it’s-there foundation she’d have to squeeze herself into, would make her top ten things to climb into on a Sunday morning.
“I really have no idea what to expect,” she said. “Is it a dangerous sport?”
“It can be, I guess. I mean, a piece of my equipment weighs over a thousand pounds and has a brain.”
“Oh. Okay. I’m going to be nervous for you, aren’t I?”
In one quick move Nate turned her over, and pressed her deep into the couch. A quick kiss, followed by a deeper one. “Would you be worried about me?”
“No, I mean . . . well . . . yes.” She brought her hands to both sides of his face and let herself drown in the depths of his gold-green eyes. “I will be worried.”
His kiss was like good wine, easing her into a warm, deep stupor. Everything was relaxed and slow. The way his hand slid under her shirt and caressed every curve, to the way his mouth teased hers, made Jenna feel like this was something that could last forever.
“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered while nipping his ear.
Nate smiled that panty-dropping smile of his, and Jenna felt completely swept away when he rose from where they were laying together and leaned in to scoop her up. Curled against him while he walked around the cottage, she reached out to flip off lights and lock the door.
“You’re really okay with me staying? It’s your first night in your new place.”
He was very intuitive for a man. When Jenna took the summer job with Harper, the big draw was living in the cottage. After being in San Francisco with Royce, then moving home, she was looking forward to living alone. Not that she and Nate were moving in together, but it
was
her first night in her new home, and she was with someone.
Did she say yes? Or did she tell him to go?
He laid her gently on the bed, then sat on the edge of the mattress. It was a full moon and light was flooding in through the large bedroom windows. “You’re not sure what to say, are you?”
He wasn’t doing anything at that point except holding her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his finger and waiting.
What was she going to say? Jenna had a plan. A well-thought-out plan. Was she going to chuck her life reboot to the breeze because of a man? Because of a kind, generous, handsome, sexy man?
“Of course you can stay.”
It appeared she was going to do exactly that.
Chapter Seven
He should be athletic.
—#9, Jenna’s Boyfriend List
Jenna swore she was suffering from some kind of wealth-related PTSD. Anytime she was around
society
, around people who never thought about money because they had so much of it, she was reminded of her seemingly perfect life in San Francisco.
And the memories still cut deep because it wasn’t so perfect.
But the polo club had to be one of the prettiest places she’d ever seen. The endless emerald green lawns and fields, the beautiful barns, and colorful blue and white striped tents fed her senses. The soft neighing of horses mingled with the quiet chatter from the crowd made for a wonderfully relaxing experience. It was a contrast, really. A high octane sporting event was going to take place in a few minutes, and everything was so civil, so calm.
Walking with Owen and Kim toward the tent at the side of the field, the artist inside her took mental pictures, gauging color and light. She’d brought her camera out of hiding that day, and now she scoped out the best place to set it up, something she’d been hesitant to do for a very long time. Nerves or not, Jenna was glad she came. Without knowing it, Nate was slowly and surely giving her back an important part of her life.
Owen and Kim had been back from their honeymoon in Italy just
“I don’t care what you wear. Do whatever makes you comfortable.”
Comfortable. She did not think a designer dress and shoes, along with the dreaded super-supportive-you-won’t-know-it’s-there foundation she’d have to squeeze herself into, would make her top ten things to climb into on a Sunday morning.
“I really have no idea what to expect,” she said. “Is it a dangerous sport?”
“It can be, I guess. I mean, a piece of my equipment weighs over a thousand pounds and has a brain.”
“Oh. Okay. I’m going to be nervous for you, aren’t I?”
In one quick move Nate turned her over, and pressed her deep into the couch. A quick kiss, followed by a deeper one. “Would you be worried about me?”
“No, I mean . . . well . . . yes.” She brought her hands to both sides of his face and let herself drown in the depths of his gold-green eyes. “I will be worried.”
His kiss was like good wine, easing her into a warm, deep stupor. Everything was relaxed and slow. The way his hand slid under her shirt and caressed every curve, to the way his mouth teased hers, made Jenna feel like this was something that could last forever.
“Let’s go to bed,” she whispered while nipping his ear.
Nate smiled that panty-dropping smile of his, and Jenna felt completely swept away when he rose from where they were laying together and leaned in to scoop her up. Curled against him while he walked around the cottage, she reached out to flip off lights and lock the door.
“You’re really okay with me staying? It’s your first night in your new place.”
He was very intuitive for a man. When Jenna took the summer job with Harper, the big draw was living in the cottage. After being in San Francisco with Royce, then moving home, she was looking forward to living alone. Not that she and Nate were moving in together, but it
was
her first night in her new home, and she was with someone.
Did she say yes? Or did she tell him to go?
He laid her gently on the bed, then sat on the edge of the mattress. It was a full moon and light was flooding in through the large bedroom windows. “You’re not sure what to say, are you?”
He wasn’t doing anything at that point except holding her hand, rubbing her knuckles with his finger and waiting.
What was she going to say? Jenna had a plan. A well-thought-out plan. Was she going to chuck her life reboot to the breeze because of a man? Because of a kind, generous, handsome, sexy man?
“Of course you can stay.”
It appeared she was going to do exactly that.
Chapter Seven
He should be athletic.
—#9, Jenna’s Boyfriend List
Jenna swore she was suffering from some kind of wealth-related PTSD. Anytime she was around
society
, around people who never thought about money because they had so much of it, she was reminded of her seemingly perfect life in San Francisco.
And the memories still cut deep because it wasn’t so perfect.
But the polo club had to be one of the prettiest places she’d ever seen. The endless emerald green lawns and fields, the beautiful barns, and colorful blue and white striped tents fed her senses. The soft neighing of horses mingled with the quiet chatter from the crowd made for a wonderfully relaxing experience. It was a contrast, really. A high octane sporting event was going to take place in a few minutes, and everything was so civil, so calm.
Walking with Owen and Kim toward the tent at the side of the field, the artist inside her took mental pictures, gauging color and light. She’d brought her camera out of hiding that day, and now she scoped out the best place to set it up, something she’d been hesitant to do for a very long time. Nerves or not, Jenna was glad she came. Without knowing it, Nate was slowly and surely giving her back an important part of her life.
Owen and Kim had been back from their honeymoon in Italy just
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