Nathaniel would be keen to get back to London and to his busy-tycoon persona. And there were three ways she figured he’d handle the complication of her. Option one. Be appalled at what had happened last night and seek to assure her it had been a moment of madness that Must. Not. Be. Repeated. Option two. Keep up the lovey-dovey act until he dropped her off home and then never darken her doorstep again. Option three. Suggest they keep something casual going. She was expecting option one but suspected after their rather spectacular night together, option three might be in the offing. Wasn’t that what rich men did? Keep mistresses? Either way, she wasn’t foolish enough to believe that one night in bed with her, no matter how mind blowing, would have magically saved the garden or opened his eyes to the things he was missing in his life, and despite the brain-frying sex, she still remembered her mission statement—Show Nathaniel Montgomery how to stop and smell the roses.
