44. Nate

FORTY-FOUR

NATE

She's a goddamn goddess.

I already know this.

But seeing her tonight. In that outfit… I never had a fucking chance.

And if I get my way, this evening will end with my handprints on her ass and her coming on my cock.

Someone bumps into her, and she takes an unsteady step closer.

I narrow my eyes at the back of the man who caused her to stumble. And my weight shifts as I ready myself to go after him.

But then a hand settles atop mine on the table.

I snap my gaze back to Rosie.

She's beside me.

Touching me.

Calming me.

I turn to face her.

I'm not a violent man. Have never even thought of beating a man for such a small reason. But as I stand here, staring down into the bright blue eyes of my past, I feel an impossible urge to destroy anyone who has ever harmed Rosie .

"Nathan," she says as she starts to pull her hand away.

And there's only one thing I can do.