They didn’t seem to notice me parked in the driveway, and I wondered what they could possibly be talking about so intently. Had Nate dropped by just to say hi to her? Had he come by to see me? Although, that made no sense since I didn’t live here anymore. Whatever the reason, Nate’s being here was problematic for two reasons. First, I needed to beg and plead that my mom advance me my inheritance, since those potential buyers were coming to the bakery on Friday, and I couldn’t very well do that with Nate (or any other witness) standing nearby. And second, Nate stood facing my mom at the front door, giving me way too good a view of his backside, which caused my belly to go up in flames. I’m sorry, but it really should be against the law for him to wear jeans that snug. How did he expect me to stay “just friends” with him when he looked that hot? It was so not my fault that I wanted to slide my hands over every inch of him and feel his rippling muscles. My mind immediately flashed to our delicious kisses the other night, leaving me wanting a repeat right here, and right now.
