Natalie smiles. "That was fun. We should do it more often."
"I know, I've missed you. Playboy called this past weekend. They want me to pose in an anniversary issue."
"What did you say?" Natalie asks as we walk through the back door and into the kitchen area.
"I told them I'd think about it, but then I called them this morning and declined." Nate walks in the room, clearly looking for me and smiles widely at me before pulling me in his arms and kissing me deeply. "Well, hi hot stuff."
"Hi. Did I hear you say turned them down?"
"Yeah, this morning."
"Good.
Hi, Nat."
"Hey." Natalie grabs her camera, purse and jacket and kisses Nate on the cheek as she passes by.
"What have you two been up to?" Nate asks, eyeing Natalie's camera. "And where's the baby?"
"Luke came and got her so Natalie and I could indulge in some girl talk." I smile sweetly at him and bat my eyelashes, but he narrows his eyes, seeing through me.
"Uh, huh," he responds.
"Well, speaking of Livie, I'd better go. See you guys on Friday." She waves and then is gone.
"What were you really doing?" he asks.
"I can't tell you."
"Why?" He kisses my cheek and then my ear and I lean into him with a sigh.
"Because you'll find out soon enough. You aren't allowed to ask questions like this within three months of your birthday."
"What?" he pulls back and grins down at me. "What do you mean?"
"No questions so close to your birthday, ace. Just trust me, we were having fun and I was thinking of you."
"Well, that's all I can ask, baby." He kisses my forehead and pulls out of my arms, takes off his suit jacket and rolls his sleeves, exposing that sexy tattoo.
"Are you hungry?" I ask.
"Starving. Come on, I'll make you dinner and you can tell me about your day." He heads for the kitchen and I grin. Nate cooking is a sight to behold.
"You already know about most of my day." I sit at the breakfast bar and gratefully accept a glass of white wine from Nate.
"Did you and Nat have fun getting your feet done?" he asks.
"Definitely. It was a good treat, both the pedi and seeing her and the baby."
"She's getting big already," Nate comments and seasons two steaks to place under the broiler. "The picture you sent me was beautiful."
"She's awesome," I murmur.
"Thank you for turning Playboy down, Julianne," Nate says softly and my gaze shoots up to his hot gray one. He's cutting up baby red potatoes, and his face is serious.
"I told you I was going to."
"I know." He sighs and shakes his head as if shaking off a mood and then shoots me his sexy grin. "How do you want your steak, baby?"
"As soon as possible so I can get you naked."
Nate laughs. "I can do that."