Chapter Seventeen
Nate
I turned onto Main Street in downtown Willow Brook. I didn’t know if this was flat-out crazy, but I was going to see Holly. Now.
When I pulled up behind her building and cut my engine, I sat in silence for a moment. Need was already thrumming through me—a restlessness to see her, to lose myself in her, driving me.
I had no idea what to expect from her, or if she cared to see me. Climbing out of my truck, the cold winter air was almost a relief. The sharpness hit my senses and opened them wide.
I knocked on her kitchen door and waited. I assumed she was home because her car was here, but she also could’ve walked to Wildlands or Firehouse Café. I happened to know her preferred hangouts, if only because I’d known her forever.
Just enough time passed between when I
