Perhaps the worst part of it all was that he knew she cared. All the signs were there. The framed photo, the effort she put into preparing foods he liked. If she really felt nothing, she could have just as easily given him a plain grilled cheese last night and cereal this morning. Then, of course, there was her reaction to his nightmare.
Digging the shovel into the snow, he scooped up another load of the white stuff and tossed it away from the front steps. He hated that she had seen him like that. Even now in the light of day, he could picture the worry and compassion on her face. Not to mention her touch. The feel of her hand on his bare skin after so many years had sent all his blood south. And even with the remnants of his nightmare fresh in his mind, he wanted to lay her down and show her how much he loved her.
With his body still aroused, thanks to Lauren, he was half-tempted to strip down and dive into the snow. What would her neighbors say about that? If nothing else, it would give the whole town something to talk about for several days. Small towns were all like that. They loved to gossip.
Finished with the stairs, Nate started on the walkway. The snow was light and fluffy, allowing him to put little effort into the task, despite the amount that had accumulated overnight.
Over the years he’d developed a sixth sense when it came to being observed—something that came in handy in a war zone. And right now he knew he was being watched. Dropping the end of the shovel into the snow, he looked up. Lauren stood at the large bay window, a mug in her hand and her eyes glued to him. When their eyes met, she held his gaze for a few seconds, her forehead creased, and then she walked away.
Lifting up more snow, he blew out a breath. Why did this have to be so damn difficult? Why wouldn’t she let him explain why he’d made the decisions he did all those years ago? Why couldn’t she just admit she still cared and tell him what it would take to win her back? It was clear, though, she didn’t plan to do any of that. So where did that leave him? Alone and hoping that in time she’d change her mind.
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