#Chapter22

I walk up behind Nate and place my hand on his shoulder giving a tight squeeze. Nate's shoulder becomes less tense, but he does jerk away probably shocked that someone was touching him like that.

Glad to know he won't let other women touch him without his approval. Everyone but me. If he knew it was me before I had touched him, I am sure he would not have flinched.

"Loretta, what are you doing here," he asks checking my body, probably looking for any sign of me being hurt. Because in his mind, there would be no other logical reason as to me being here.

"I was bored"...