Searching for Perfect (Searching For #2)(59)
Author: Jennifer Probst

“It’s probably time to realize the real truth, Ken. The truth that I saw the moment I laid eyes on you.”

“What?”

“You’re both. Smart and beautiful. On the inside and outside. You don’t have to choose one over the other anymore. You can just be exactly who you were meant to be. And I think that’s damn perfect.”

She shut her eyes and buried her face in his chest. “I’m a mess.”

“Shhh. Sleep, sweetheart. It’ll all be better in the morning.”

A smile curved her lips and then the darkness was coming and she gave herself up to it, letting sleep claim her.

fourteen

NATE WATCHED WOLFE pin his gaze on the ball, draw back, and swing through. The club face was nicely square, and he watched his approach shot fall close to the green. Quite respectable, especially for a novice.

Wolfe looked over, not trusting it was a good shot. Nate grinned. “Nice job. Your form has really improved and you’re hitting the green. We haven’t had to trudge through the water or sand in a long time.”

Wolfe laughed as they began walking. “Hell, I’m getting it on the green and on the right course. It’s a miracle.”

“Nah, your swing is pure power. Must be that tattoo.”

“You should see what a piercing can do. Especially in a painful place.”

Nate winced. “Gonna pass on that one.”

They played the next few holes in comfortable silence. Nate missed having guy friends. Wayne rarely spoke about anything other than work, and his brother was family, so he had to take his shit one way or the other. He’d never peg Wolfe as the type of guy who’d want to be friends with him. Nate figured he’d ditch him after a few sessions, but he seemed genuinely interested in continuing the golf lessons and even suggested meeting for a beer after work last week.

“When’s your golf meeting set up for?” Nate asked. His club sliced the air and the ball sailed in a full arc to drop a foot from the hole. Yes. If only Ken could see that one.

“I maneuvered a Friday morning session into his group. Let me tell you, it was tougher than infiltrating the CIA. This sport is hard-core.”

“You’ll be ready. How’s Purity going?”

Wolfe took his shot. It hooked to the left but straightened out enough to keep away from the hazard. “The big opening is in a few weeks, and I’ve recruited a solid list of celebrities. Decided to combine it with a charity event to also give back to the community. New York is a breed unto its own, so I need to run this one different than Milan, and my dad agreed it’s my call. First project I get to run from top to bottom.”

“Your dad sounds cool. Do you get to see each other often?”

“He and Julietta, my stepmom, live in Milan. She’s the head of La Dolce Famiglia bakery and just had a baby, but I’m sure she’ll make it to the opening. She’s hard-core.” The softening of his face told Nate she was well loved. A stab of envy hit him in the gut. What would it be like to have a parent actually care about you and your life? At least Connor was by his side for the long haul, and that was a hell of a lot more than most people got.

“I think I just had a brilliant idea.”

“What?”

“Payment for golf lessons in sweets. I love my pastries.”

Wolfe grinned. “Done. Two items are guaranteed to grab a woman’s attention, and one is good food.”

“What’s the other?”

“A cute, furry animal.”

Hmm. Nate wondered if he should invest in an adorable puppy and recruit Kennedy to help. The idea had merits. Ah, crap, he was nuts. Who thought about buying a pet just to keep the woman he loved? Since the night she had confessed her past, he’d been haunted by her strength and vulnerability. He also realized that she didn’t see it.

He’d woken up Sunday morning in her bed, and she’d already escaped. Safely showered and dressed, she greeted him with a false brilliance that annoyed the crap out of him. He should’ve stripped her naked and dragged her back to bed, where she always listened, but his gut screamed to give her space. Without a word, he’d kissed her good-bye and walked out. He hoped a day to ruminate on their relationship might help bring her to the conclusion they were perfect together. But somehow, he doubted it.

She didn’t call. Didn’t show up for Zumba Monday evening either. And now it was midweek and still not a peep. He needed some sort of sign of what to do. His instinct drove him to be direct, but sometimes women needed subtlety. And he was playing for keeps.

He glanced at Wolfe’s cool tattoo, confident air, and model looks. He always wore these badass leather wristbands that only added appeal. Damn man made it look easy. “Hey, Wolfe?”

“Yeah?”

“You ever been in love?”

He stiffened. Took his eyes off the ball and met his gaze. Those blue eyes suddenly looked haunted, but he answered the question. “No.” Wolfe studied him. “You got nailed, huh?”

Nate pushed his hand through his perfectly cut hair. “Yeah. Literally and figuratively. It’s the figuratively I’m having a hard time with.”

His friend laughed. “Leave it to a scientist to tell it like it is. She into you?”

“I think. She’s a certified commitment phobic. Afraid to stop and look too deep, as if she’s already convinced it’ll end badly. I don’t know how to convince her I want long term. That I’ll stick. That she’s worth it. Ah, hell, any of this make sense?”

“Yes.” Wolfe looked out over the horizon and remained quiet. Nate recognized in his silence another soul who needed to work things out, and suddenly he realized there was a hell of a lot more to Wolfe under that male model billionaire surface. “Sometimes people don’t believe they deserve a happy ending. Most don’t get it. Did you tell her how you feel?”

“No. I figured that would be the end of it. Damn woman would probably change her name and move out of state in an effort to get rid of me. I figured I’d play it cool. Not push. Let her have space.”

“It’s tricky, Nate. Could go either way. But I know one thing. You’re gonna have to fight hard for her and you may lose. She still worth it?”

“Yes.”

“Glad I’m not you.”

“Thanks, Dr. Phil.”

Another short laugh. “You’re gonna have to tell her. She should know. If she runs, you just wait her out. Maybe you need to prove you don’t scare easily.”