She’d also agreed to the time he wanted, and alternated between excitement at the prospect of being alone with him and guilt for the happiness that grew within her when she didn’t deserve any. She was pretty sure what she felt for him was love, but that didn’t alleviate her fear that she’d end up hurting him and he’d be sorry he ever cared about her. The immediate problem was solved, however. Joe had seen them enter the dining room, hand in hand, and nodded his silent approval across the room. Her position on the team was secure for now. Once Marco was safe, she’d gladly fulfill her promise to Nate before she went home. She stayed close beside him in the dining area, finding she craved his touch or his smile. Little things like bringing him back dessert and clearing away their dishes gave her pleasure. She was turning into one of those spineless women who waited on their men—and she didn’t care. They had only a short time left.
