“But I know you have closer friends and family.”
His brows pulled together. “I do, but have you ever wanted some time for yourself? I never got that. Years of working all the time, years of trying to prove myself to everyone, and constantly doing what everyone wants. I think I’ve only been in this house a half dozen times since I bought it five years ago, and I’m in the studio working when I come here most of the time. I never enjoy it. But I want that to change. I want to be private right now, just the two of us.”
I lowered my head. “Okay.”
“Come sit next to me,” he said and tugged me down to the seat. “What’s the rush? I haven’t met your parents, either. We’re having fun. Let’s not spoil it.”
I swallowed and didn’t say anything. In truth, I just wanted to feel closer to him, and not only physically.
Paul took my hand and rubbed the back with his thumb. “I need to share something with you. I found out more about your birth parents.”
I frowned. “I don’t want to know.”
“But one day, you might, Nadia. If you want to know where they are and what happened to them—”
“I told you about Justus Black to confide in you, not to get you to interfere.” I grimaced. “I have parents.”
“Sometimes knowing the truth about things helps you to feel complete.”
Paul’s intentions were sincere, and what he’d done was thoughtful. Even though I didn’t want the information, I was grateful.
“Thank you. You’ve done so much for me.” I squeezed his waist.
“You do so much for me too, Nadia. Much more than you know. Now, listen to this.” He played a song with a catchy beat.
“What is that?”
“I’m writing a song called ‘Nadia’.”
My mouth fell open. “It’s not…”
“It is. Dance for me, but take your clothes off.”
“But what if someone walks in?”