“Well, there might have been some Internet searching involved.”
Maddy narrowed her eyes in suspicion. She didn’t have any personal information lying around for anyone to find. Unless.
“Nate Keaton, did you social media-stalk me?”
Nate suddenly found my apartment very interesting to look at. “I think stalking is a strong word,” he said, glancing sideways at her. “I asked Cooper to help me look for your profile in the off-chance I could find you.”
He said it as if he was admitting to a shameful secret.
“And did you? Find me?” She couldn’t resist teasing him.
He seemed to immediately catch on her teasing and his side-smile was full of mirth and retribution.
“I did. In fact, Stacie was very helpful.”
Stacie?
Her shock must have been evident because now it was his turn to laugh.
“Where do you think I got your address from? A divine sign?”
“Well, considering our past I wouldn’t rule anything out.”
His chuckle shook both of them.
“I found where you worked and headed over there. Stacie gave me your address.”
“Just like that?” she gaped. Some warning would have been nice.
“Fuck no, she was downright terrifying.”
Now,thatshe could believe.
“But you still got it.”
He looked at her with smiling eyes.
“I still got it.”
***
They talked for quite some time, keeping their conversation to light topics but eventually Maddy’s exhaustion must have gotten the better of her because she fell asleep, right there, surrounded by a warmth that had nothing to do with her fleece blanket and everything to do with the man cradling her.
She didn’t even realize the moment sleep had taken her. She only knew of the moment her eyelids slowly cracked open in the soft afternoon light.
She took stock of herself, realizing everything was blurry. Her glasses lied on the small, coffee table next to the couch but she didn’t remember removing them.
Because she hadn’t been the one to remove them.
She was covered with the soft blanket and a throw pillow was cushioning her head.
Nate was nowhere in sight but she could still smell him around her. If it hadn’t been for that fresh, woodsy scent, she might have finally convinced herself that she had made everything up.
Stretching her limps, she sat up.
Reaching for her glasses, she noticed that they had been placed on top of a piece of paper. With Nate’s phone number written on it.
She smiled so hard her cheeks started hurting. How was it possible to want to squeal with joy and be so scared of jumping into this again at the same time?
