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“Yeah, but Walker shot me. I don’t know if to be impressed or offended by the betrayal.”
“He’s your nephew after all. You’d expect him to have good aim.” She bumps her shoulder with mine.
“I know.” My eyes scan the room until I find Lizzy again, talking to Paul’s mom.
“You should just ask her out,” Brooke says.
“Maybe,” is all I say.
I have big plans to spend time with Lizzy. I can no longer continue talking to her through handwritten notes when I want to have a real conversation with her, see her smile, and hear her laughter. And definitely kiss her again.
Chapter 18
Lizzy
Intoxicatingistheperfectword to describe Nate’s kisses. I feel like I drank my weight in wine and am spinning. Except I won’t wake up with a killer hangover.
As much as I’ve enjoyed passing notes this week, I’d much rather see him in person, even if it is at a child’s birthday party, although probably not the smartest idea, but I have no self-control when it comes to him.
Fighting back my feelings due to my career isn’t working anymore. I like him a lot.
I say goodbye to the people at the party and search for Paul to wish him a happy birthday again. As I’m walking out of the building, I hear heavy steps behind me. Turning, I see Nate walking toward me with a sheepish smile that’s nothing like I’ve seen on him before.
“You forgot to say goodbye to me.” His smile turns arrogant, more like the man I’ve gotten to know.
“Oh, did I?” I ask coyly, fighting back a smile.
“I don’t know how you could forget. I’m everything you think about.”
I shake with laughter at his comment. He’s way too cocky for his own good. As I catch my breath, I see he’s getting closer and looking at me like I’m his next meal.
“As much as you do cross my mind, you’re not the only thing I think about,” I tease, though I have a careful eye on him as he approaches.
My breath catches when his hand cups the side of my face, and he strokes his thumb along my cheek.
“I’ll have to make sure to overshadow the rest of the things on your mind because you’re all I think about.” My lips part at the intimate touch as I succumb to the sensation he creates in my body.
“Nate,” I whisper.
“I know. I’m trying really hard to keep my distance. If anyone asks, I had a question about a lesson I wanted to do with your class. Go out with me. I can’t stand this anymore. I wanted to keep things professional, but I’m not good at that.”
“Neither am I,” I confess.
“So let’s see what this thing between us could be.”
“How do you propose we do that?” I shift on my feet.
“By going out with me. I promise to be the perfect gentleman.” He crosses an X over his heart.
“Really?” I arch an eyebrow.
“I can behave myself. I took care of your rash.”
“And kissed me afterward,” I counter.
“Do you blame me?”
“No, I know I’m a catch.” I shrug and flutter my lashes.