friends,” he said immediately.
“Hi to you, too,” Olivia said. “I was just getting ready to leave, but I wanted to make sure you are doing okay.”
“I’m fine. Just another day at work.” Nate did his best not to betray how he was really feeling. These kind of days at work always stayed with him, but that didn’t mean he had to bother Olivia with it. “Where are you going for dinner?”
“Some Chinese place.” Her voice had gone very quiet.
“Sounds good.” Nate took a big swallow of whiskey. “Maybe I’ll order some Chinese myself.”
Olivia giggled. “Maybe you should just open your door.”
Nate froze with his glass halfway to his lips. “What did you do, Liv?”
“Open your door,” she repeated.
He wasn’t going to wait to be told again. In less than ten seconds, he pulled the door wide open.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, unable to hold back a smile.
Olivia held up a bag of Chinese takeout. She was dressed for a fancy night out and looked irresistible. “I was halfway to dinner, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’m pretty sure you were lying and today was incredibly shitty. Knowing you, I’m not going to get you to talk about it. But I figured I can at least distract you.”
“Mission accomplished.” Nate stepped back to let her in. He took the food from her and set it on the hall table before helping her out of her coat. “You look amazing, Liv.”
“You look sad,” she said bluntly, reaching for the whiskey that he still clutched in his hand. She took a long sip. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t want to do any talking,” he said meaningfully.
Olivia set the glass next to the forgotten food and put both hands on his chest. “No talking,” she agreed, looking up at him seductively. “But you better find a different way to keep my mouth occupied.”
“Challenge accepted.” Nate lifted her in one smooth move, her long legs wrapping around him as he carried her to the bedroom. Once there, he lowered her back to the floor. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
“You saved me,” she said simply. “I’ve been yours ever since.”
Nate brushed his fingers along her jawline. “You’ve got it all wrong, love. You’re the one that saved me.”
CHAPTER THREE
Olivia had made up her mind after talking to Nate in the morning that she wasn’t going to dinner with her friends. For one thing, she didn’t even really like the women she was supposed to see. For another, she could tell from the tightness in Nate’s voice that he needed her.
When he opened the door for her later that night, she knew she had made the right decision. His eyes were tired and bloodshot, his body tense. But his smile was still the same Nate smile, the one that made her heart race. She knew right away that they wouldn’t be eating Chinese food.
A couple of hours later, they lay tangled in Nate’s bed. Olivia had settled comfortably on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath her. She traced a finger over an old scar that ran from his ribs down to his hip.
“You never told me how you got this scar,” she said suspiciously. Olivia thought she knew just about everything about Nate, but somehow that injury had never come up. “It looks like it was pretty bad. What happened?”
“It’s nothing compared to your scar,” he said, dodging her question. To further distract her, he ran a hand from her back around to the scar.
“Nice try, Tucker,” she said, swatting his hand away. “You didn’t answer my question.”
He sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. Then let’s talk about your day instead.” Olivia wasn’t above being difficult to get what she wanted. For all the good things in their relationship, she hated that Nate still kept a lot of things to himself.
“I really don’t want to talk about that.” He lifted a strand of her hair and twisted it around his finger. “Can’t we just enjoy each other’s
“Hi to you, too,” Olivia said. “I was just getting ready to leave, but I wanted to make sure you are doing okay.”
“I’m fine. Just another day at work.” Nate did his best not to betray how he was really feeling. These kind of days at work always stayed with him, but that didn’t mean he had to bother Olivia with it. “Where are you going for dinner?”
“Some Chinese place.” Her voice had gone very quiet.
“Sounds good.” Nate took a big swallow of whiskey. “Maybe I’ll order some Chinese myself.”
Olivia giggled. “Maybe you should just open your door.”
Nate froze with his glass halfway to his lips. “What did you do, Liv?”
“Open your door,” she repeated.
He wasn’t going to wait to be told again. In less than ten seconds, he pulled the door wide open.
“What are you doing here?” he demanded, unable to hold back a smile.
Olivia held up a bag of Chinese takeout. She was dressed for a fancy night out and looked irresistible. “I was halfway to dinner, but I couldn’t stop thinking about you. I’m pretty sure you were lying and today was incredibly shitty. Knowing you, I’m not going to get you to talk about it. But I figured I can at least distract you.”
“Mission accomplished.” Nate stepped back to let her in. He took the food from her and set it on the hall table before helping her out of her coat. “You look amazing, Liv.”
“You look sad,” she said bluntly, reaching for the whiskey that he still clutched in his hand. She took a long sip. “Do you want to talk about it?”
“I don’t want to do any talking,” he said meaningfully.
Olivia set the glass next to the forgotten food and put both hands on his chest. “No talking,” she agreed, looking up at him seductively. “But you better find a different way to keep my mouth occupied.”
“Challenge accepted.” Nate lifted her in one smooth move, her long legs wrapping around him as he carried her to the bedroom. Once there, he lowered her back to the floor. “What did I ever do to deserve you?”
“You saved me,” she said simply. “I’ve been yours ever since.”
Nate brushed his fingers along her jawline. “You’ve got it all wrong, love. You’re the one that saved me.”
CHAPTER THREE
Olivia had made up her mind after talking to Nate in the morning that she wasn’t going to dinner with her friends. For one thing, she didn’t even really like the women she was supposed to see. For another, she could tell from the tightness in Nate’s voice that he needed her.
When he opened the door for her later that night, she knew she had made the right decision. His eyes were tired and bloodshot, his body tense. But his smile was still the same Nate smile, the one that made her heart race. She knew right away that they wouldn’t be eating Chinese food.
A couple of hours later, they lay tangled in Nate’s bed. Olivia had settled comfortably on top of him, enjoying the feeling of his skin beneath her. She traced a finger over an old scar that ran from his ribs down to his hip.
“You never told me how you got this scar,” she said suspiciously. Olivia thought she knew just about everything about Nate, but somehow that injury had never come up. “It looks like it was pretty bad. What happened?”
“It’s nothing compared to your scar,” he said, dodging her question. To further distract her, he ran a hand from her back around to the scar.
“Nice try, Tucker,” she said, swatting his hand away. “You didn’t answer my question.”
He sighed. “I don’t want to talk about it.”
“Okay. Then let’s talk about your day instead.” Olivia wasn’t above being difficult to get what she wanted. For all the good things in their relationship, she hated that Nate still kept a lot of things to himself.
“I really don’t want to talk about that.” He lifted a strand of her hair and twisted it around his finger. “Can’t we just enjoy each other’s
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