"Julianne…"
"Stop." I hold up my hand and shake my head. "I am not your child, nor am I your wife. This is my decision, Nate."
I see a muscle twitch in his jaw and his eyes narrow on mine.
"So, what you're saying is, when my girlfriend, whom I happen to be in love with, is propositioned by Playboy Magazine to pose nude, I don't get to have an opinion in the matter?"
"You're not giving me your opinion. You're putting your foot down and telling me that I can't. I'm twenty six years old. I'll do what I want." I cross my arms over my chest and glare back at him.
"No discussion?" he asks quietly.
I sigh deeply and look down at my bare feet. I know I'm being stubborn and stupid, but damn it, I'm not his property!
"Nate…" he crosses the room quickly and grips my arms in his hands, holding me in place.
"I can't stand the thought of it, Julianne. No other man will ever see you naked again, do you understand me?" His voice is raw, his eyes are pleading with me, and my brain just stops.
"Nate…" I try again, but he interrupts me once more.
"No," he shakes his head in denial. "I want to build a life with you. This isn't just an affair for me. And you get a call from someone you don't know who wants you to pose naked in a national magazine, and I don't weigh in on your decision at all? How is that supposed to make me feel?"
Fuck.
"Nate." I step toward him and he loosens his grip on me, but his face is hard, his eyes pleading with me, and I take a deep breath and wrap my arms around his waist, press my cheek against his chest and hold on tight. "Stop, babe."
His arms fold around my shoulders and he hugs me to him.
I caress his back reassuringly, kiss his chest and back away, still in the circle of his arms. I look up into his uncertain, weary face and smile, my anger gone. He loves me. He wants to protect me.
"I was never going to accept their offer, Nate."
"Why didn't you just turn her down?" he asks quietly.
"Two reasons: One, because it felt nice to get the offer, and two, because ironically, I hadn't talked it over with you. You know I'm not interested in that. But it's really flattering that they thought of me, out of all the girls they could choose." I shrug and look at his chest. "I would hope you'd be proud of me."
"Oh, baby, I am." He kisses my forehead and I feel the tension seep out of him. "I'm so proud of you. But I can't deal with the thought you of posing again. Please turn them down."
"Like I said, I wasn't going to accept the offer. But Nate, you can't just dictate to me what I will and won't do. I'm not the kind of girl that will just go along with your orders."
"I know, but damn it, it pissed me off."
"So noted."
"You're not going to do it?" He asks quietly, tilting my head back with his fingers under my chin, pinning me with his gray gaze.
"No." I run my fingers down his smooth cheek. "Besides, my brothers and Dad would freak."
"They're not alone." He kisses my forehead once again and pulls out of my arms, takes my hand and leads me toward the kitchen. "Come, I have something for you."
"I hope it's food, I'm starving." He smiles back at me.
"You'll see."
"So many surprises this weekend, Mr. McKenna."
"I like surprising you. We're going outside."
I look down at my bare feet. "Should I grab some shoes and a jacket?"
"No, you'll be warm enough. Here." He lifts me effortlessly into his arms and cradles me against his chest. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss his cheek and breathe in his clean, Nate scent.
"You smell good. I like it when you carry me."
He smiles down at me, opens the sliding door, and walks out onto the deck. The sun is setting on the water, turning the sky orange, red and purple. It's stunning.
He walks to the stairs leading down to the beach and starts descending them.
"You don't have to carry me down all these stairs."
"You're fine." He responds and easily moves down the staircase. We arrive at the gazebo and I gasp.
"Surprise."