Maybe that morning instead of blurting out a ‘marry me’ he should have stuck to his original plan and asked her to move in. Would she have said yes to living with him instead? Or would they be in this mess regardless? He hated questioning himself. Mackenzie had brought so much uncertainty into his life. He wasn’t used to it. At work, he made decisions and jobs got done. He was never questioned and he rarely doubted his choices. But with Mackenzie things were never simple. “Nathaniel, you have a visitor,” Hilda said from the doorway to the sitting room. Hilda gave him a knowing look and a satisfied grin before she walked away. She’d worked for him for almost ten years so, without him having to say a word, she knew exactly what Mackenzie meant to him. Nate wasn’t at all surprised to find a sheepish looking Mackenzie step through the doorway after Hilda’s facial expression and quick exit. He stubbed out his cigarette and stood from the lounge chair. He swayed a little when he took a step toward her. His vision was unfocused, too. He hadn’t realized exactly how intoxicated he was until that moment.
