“I think I just had a brilliant idea.”
“What?”
“Payment for golf lessons in sweets. I love my pastries.”
Wolfe grinned. “Done. Two items are guaranteed to grab a woman’s attention, and one is good food.”
“What’s the other?”
“A cute, furry animal.”
Hmm. Nate wondered if he should invest in an adorable puppy and recruit Kennedy to help. The idea had merits. Ah, crap, he was nuts. Who thought about buying a pet just to keep the woman he loved? Since the night she had confessed her past, he’d been haunted by her strength and vulnerability. He also realized that she didn’t see it.
He’d woken up Sunday morning in her bed, and she’d already escaped. Safely showered and dressed, she greeted him with a false brilliance that annoyed the crap out of him. He should’ve stripped her naked and dragged her back to bed, where she always listened, but his gut screamed to give her space. Without a word, he’d kissed her good-bye and walked out. He hoped a day to ruminate on their relationship might help bring her to the conclusion they were perfect together. But somehow, he doubted it.
She didn’t call. Didn’t show up for Zumba Monday evening either. And now it was midweek and still not a peep. He needed some sort of sign of what to do. His instinct drove him to be direct, but sometimes women needed subtlety. And he was playing for keeps.
He glanced at Wolfe’s cool tattoo, confident air, and model looks. He always wore these badass leather wristbands that only added appeal. Damn man made it look easy. “Hey, Wolfe?”
“Yeah?”
“You ever been in love?”
He stiffened. Took his eyes off the ball and met his gaze. Those blue eyes suddenly looked haunted, but he answered the question. “No.” Wolfe studied him. “You got nailed, huh?”
Nate pushed his hand through his perfectly cut hair. “Yeah. Literally and figuratively. It’s the figuratively I’m having a hard time with.”
His friend laughed. “Leave it to a scientist to tell it like it is. She into you?”
“I think. She’s a certified commitment phobic. Afraid to stop and look too deep, as if she’s already convinced it’ll end badly. I don’t know how to convince her I want long term. That I’ll stick. That she’s worth it. Ah, hell, any of this make sense?”
“Yes.” Wolfe looked out over the horizon and remained quiet. Nate recognized in his silence another soul who needed to work things out, and suddenly he realized there was a hell of a lot more to Wolfe under that male model billionaire surface. “Sometimes people don’t believe they deserve a happy ending. Most don’t get it. Did you tell her how you feel?”
“No. I figured that would be the end of it. Damn woman would probably change her name and move out of state in an effort to get rid of me. I figured I’d play it cool. Not push. Let her have space.”
“It’s tricky, Nate. Could go either way. But I know one thing. You’re gonna have to fight hard for her and you may lose. She still worth it?”
“Yes.”
“Glad I’m not you.”
“Thanks, Dr. Phil.”
Another short laugh. “You’re gonna have to tell her. She should know. If she runs, you just wait her out. Maybe you need to prove you don’t scare easily.”
He tried not to let a wimpy sigh escape. “Maybe.”
“Listen, what are you doing Saturday?”
“Asking me out?”
“You wish.”
Nate grinned. “Just golfing.”
“A good friend of mine is having an engagement party. It’s a pretty big event, and it’ll be fun. Why don’t you come with me?”
He drew back in surprise. He had a feeling it was a big deal to be invited into the inner circle of his new friend. “Will he mind?”
“It’s a she, and no, the more the merrier. Listen, it will be good for you to meet some new people. If things don’t work with this woman, it’s good to realize you have options. Gen’s family is incredible, and it will take your mind off this stuff for a bit.”
“Wouldn’t you rather bring a date?”
“Nah, I just got out of a weekend relationship thing—I’m exhausted. A buddy is what I need right now. You in?”
“Yeah. Thanks.”
“No problem.”
They finished the game and headed out. Nate slid into his car, buckled up, and heard the ping of his phone. Like a lovesick teen, he quickly checked the text.
Hi Nate, it’s Mary from the mixer. Kennedy told me to contact you about scheduling a date. Said you were really excited to get together. I’m free this Friday and Saturday night so let me know. Looking forward to it—enjoyed speaking with you at the mixer. Have a great day!
He dropped his head on the steering wheel. Well, Kennedy had finally made the first move, and it was a doozy. Scheduling him a date with another woman after they slept together was definitely a sign.
Just not the one he wanted.
His next move was critical. Time to scan the newest issue of Cosmopolitan and pray.
KENNEDY LOOKED UP AT the sprawling mansion set out on endless acres of property and turned to Kate. “Wow. Alexa went all out for this event, huh? Can she be my adopted sister?”
Kate laughed and grabbed her fiancé Slade’s hand. He juggled the gaily wrapped bridal gift—two small pink bags with Barbie splashed on them—and still managed to look masculine. “You can be mine, Ken,” he said.
She blew a kiss at the man who had stolen her best friend’s heart and began walking up the elaborate stone pathway. “Her mom’s house was too small, and David only has an apartment. They went back and forth on different venues, but Gen really wanted something with a homey feel,” Kate said.
“Yep, all six thousand square feet of cozy. It’s gorgeous.”
“Nick designed it himself. I keep forgetting you haven’t been here. The whole crew is coming, so things should get lively. Holy crap, is that a peacock!”
A gorgeous blue and violet creature strolled elegantly past them and toward the back of the manicured lawn. White umbrellas were scattered amid rows of pristine white and yellow roses. A seven-piece orchestra played classical music on a platform flanked by marble sculptures. A harpist sat in a long white gown with flowers in her hair and strummed as if plucked right from a fairy tale.
“Oh, boy. I’m never gonna let Gen live this down. Is that a champagne fountain? Let’s go.”
Slade laughed. “That’s my girl, always the most excited over the liquor.”
“I bet it’s the good stuff,” Kennedy piped up. “I’m right behind you.”
They weaved amid the crowds with their target in sight. Slade did a quick turnaround at the last minute. “Were those crab cakes? Babe, they got crab cakes.”
“Yes, darling, pace yourself. The buffet consists of New York strip and lobster tails.”
“I love engagement parties. Catch you later.”
Kate giggled and watched him zero in on the elegantly dressed waiter. “The man knows good food. Uh-oh. Are you ready?”
“For champagne? Yes.”
“For chaos. One, two, three, and—”
“Kate! Kate’s here, Kate’s here!”
Two screaming little girls came tearing across the lawn at high speed. The older one wore white patent leather shoes and a long pink dress, and her inky dark hair was coiled in ringlets. The younger one trailed behind, ribbons half cocked and twisted at odd angles on her head, dress torn and muddy, and barefoot. Kate knelt down and caught both of them and they tumbled back laughing.