Case in point.
“No.” A whispered admission.
“Ah, Nat.” Her sister’s tone oozed of disapproval. “You should call him.”
“And say what? ‘Sorry for the almost-kiss?’”
It wasn’t like she hadn’t picked up the phone a million times over the past few days. She’d wanted to call him. To apologize. Try to make things right…
Hear that deep, rumbly voice.
“If that’s really how you feel, then yes,” her sister told her bluntly. “That’sexactlywhat you should say to him. If for no other reason, you should tell him because the man deserves to hear the truth.” Tessa took a breath before asking, “So what is the truth, Nat? Are you sorry for the almost-kiss?”
Natalie parted her lips with full intentions of replying with a confident “Yes”. But what came out of her mouth—what she actuallysaid—was…
“I don’t know.”
Part of her regretted the romantic moment, but only because she worried her actions had dishonored Hunter’s memory. But the other part… That part was only sorry things had stopped when they had.
And for the life of her, Natalie couldn’t decide which part to listen to.
To some, the whole should she/shouldn’t she debate would seem silly. But for Natalie, the decision of whether to pursue something more with Logan wasn’t silly. It was monumental.
Choose the wrong path and…
I could lose him, too.
But that wasn’t the only issue. If she did this, if she opened up to Logan about her burgeoning attraction, it would make him the first.
There’d been no one else since Hunter. She didn’t flirt. Didn’t go on any of the numerous online dating apps. Hadn’t accepted even one of the offered dates she’d received from various men over the last couple years. And forget about sex…
God, I miss sex.
For a long time, she hadn’t. From the day she’d stood at Hunter’s grave and watched them lower that trident-adorned casket into the ground, Natalie had believed with all her heart that she’d never want any other man, ever again.
But now…
Now she found herself feeling the same sort of ache she used to feel with Hunt. Now she found herself dreaming again.
Dreaming. Fantasizing. Wishing.
Wanting.
Before when the need arose, she’d just let her trusty vibrator get the job done. But batteries and silicone could only offer a girl so much. And lately, that wasn’t enough.
Real. Hot. Sweat.
That’s what Natalie wanted. What sheneeded.
For the first time since being forced to forget every dream she’d ever had and start anew, Natalie found herself wanting to do it all again.
The dreams. The plans. The sex.
A future.
And when she imagined herself as a wife and mother—when she pictured herself in bed making love to a man she didn’t want to live without—it was no longer Hunter’s face smiling back at her.
It’s Logan’s.