EMILY PULLED HER HANDBAG strap back to the top of her shoulder once again, the leather slipping down in the most annoying way.
I need a new one.
She groaned and turned to her left again, her eyes darting up and down the street. She hugged her arms closer to her body and shivered.
It was getting cold. Where was he?
“Emily.”
She twisted around, her breath catching in her throat as Nathan Johnson stepped closer. His tie was missing, his top button undone atop a crisp white shirt. Her belly turned and her knees literally wobbled at the sight of him.
She cleared her throat and straightened her spine.
Stop being such a girl! And a stupid one, at that.
“Nathan.”
“You can call me Nate, you know.”
Uh, I don’t think so.
She frowned and stared up at him. That would mean she’d have to forge
