At seven o'clock, Nate parked in front of the building.
He waited for Lara and the pups to come down, leaned on the car and pretending to be not-so-nervous.
He had spent the whole afternoon directing the chef. In the end, he made him cook even more food than he needed. But he couldn't be sure what Lara liked.
His penthouse had been cleaned thoroughly, and he even bought some new furniture for one of the empty rooms. It now had a huge bed and a wardrobe. It could be perfect if he could convince Lara to stay the night, for the pups could sleep there.
He would buy two separate beds later when they started living together. Or, most probably, he would move to his villa. He got plenty of rooms there. The pups could have one each.
For the moment, though, he had to focus on the little improvements that would bring Lara to trust him.
