Chapter 7: Into His Arms

I whimpered, making my voice as pitiful as possible: "Nathan, I hate hospitals. Mom died in one. The smell makes me sick."

Right on cue, my phone rang—my preset alarm.

Every evil supporting character needs a partner in crime. Mine? My childhood friend Derek, the ultimate bad boy to Nathan’s straight-laced good guy.

Derek’s lazy drawl filled the room: "Young miss, I’m back from Milan—missed your face. Here to celebrate your birthday. Where you at? Got you something shiny from Cartier."

Nathan’s eyes went dark, his jaw clenching.

He leaned back on the sofa, but did it in a way that made me tip forward, my whole body falling into his embrace, right where I wanted to be.

Nathan’s hand settled on my waist, and for a heartbeat, the whole bar faded away. I almost forgot the script I was supposed to be playing.