It had taken every ounce of self-control to keep her from seeing how she was affecting him. But, while his body might hate him—and there were parts of his body screaming at him for release right now—he’d seen her resolve begin to crumble. If it hadn’t been for Susanne interrupting when she did, he was certain she would have forgotten her stubborn plan to keep him friend-zoned. He walked to where Steve and his wife reclined as Jessie passed out several roasting forks. Steve had his hands draped over the side of a glossy acoustic guitar but started to set it aside to shake Nathan’s hand. “No, don’t get up.” Nathan leaned toward the man. “Good to see you again.” “You, too,” he said, his fingers absently plucking the guitar’s strings. “I’m glad we didn’t actually scare you away.” “Not a chance.” Jessie returned to the small group of adults, and he patted the spot next to him on the oversized chaise lounge, knowing that she wasn’t likely to refuse with people watching.
