Angus grinned as he handed it back to me. "He used a French phrase for orgasm. That's classy. I say he's a keeper."

"He wrote about orgasms on an apology gift," I said, pointing out the obvious. "That's classy?"

"No, but it's bloody hot," Jill chimed in, frowning at me. "Get back with him, you silly cow. Do you know how many men do stuff like this?" She poked at the gorgeously wrapped basket of goodies. "Not many."

I spent the rest of the day scowling at my basket of chocolates.

The next day a large gift-wrapped box arrived at work and I took it into the staff room to open in private. Of course as soon as Jill saw the box, she told Angus and Angus told Ronan and all privacy was obliterated. They'd stood behind me as I pulled off the black satin ribbon and opened the pale pink box. Under layers of tissue I found a beautiful and very expensive black lace and satin bustier, matching high-cut panties, and silk stockings. They came with a card: Beautiful, sexy, sensual. The underwear is nice too. I hope one day you'll wear it for me, but if you don't, I hope at least when you put it on you'll see what I see in you when you look in the mirror. I love you. Nate.

I'd ended up crying in the bathroom after that, cursing Nate Sawyer to hell and hoping that tomorrow wouldn't bring another gift that would push me closer to opening that goddamn door. In a stupid effort to somehow outmaneuver him I called Benjamin that night and arranged to meet him for coffee after work the next day at his favorite cafe, not far from the library. The hope being that his presence would remind me that life didn't begin and end with Nate and I could move on. I could, I could, I could, I could.

The day after, I was manning the help desk when security came over with another package for me. This time it was a small parcel with an envelope attached. My heart thumping, I ignored Wendy, who was working beside me, and opened it.

A Blu-Ray disc of The Wizard of Oz.

Tears pricked my eyes and I felt strangely nervous as I fumbled for the envelope. Taking a deep breath, I began to read the handwritten letter from Nate.

Dear Liv, It's time we upgraded your favorite movie to this century, even if it is The Wizard of Oz.

And just so you know: If you were a movie you'd be The Godfather-I could watch you over and over and over and over again because . . . well, you're my favorite.

I miss you.

I miss our Would You Rather conversations and your hilarious answers. I miss your laugh. I miss the way I feel when I make you laugh. Like I just won something really important. I miss just sitting with you in perfect, silent understanding. I miss the way you never judge anyone. It's such a rare find, Liv. And I miss watching how kind you are with everyone. I miss being able to call you and talk to you about random shit and important shit.

I miss my best friend.

I miss you.

I love you.

Nate Shaking, I pulled my cell out of my pocket, hoping Angus would understand that I needed to make a personal call and make it pronto.

Jo picked up, sounding out of breath. "Hey, Liv, can I call you back? I'm in the middle of pasting wallpaper and I need to get it up on the wall quite quickly."

"Well, I'll be quick. Tell Nate to stop sending me gifts. We're over."

She was silent a moment. "Can't you tell him yourself?"

"No, he's . . . I can't be around him. Please tell him to just back off. Please."

"Liv, the reason you don't want to see him is because you care about him and being around him makes you less hurt and more susceptible to giving him a shot. And I don't think that's a bad thing."

"You're wrong," I told her haughtily. "I've moved on. I'm meeting Ben for coffee after work at Black Medicine."

"The one on Nicolson Street?" Jo asked sharply.

"Yes. I think I might even suggest we take things to the next level."

"Well, I hope for Ben's sake you're not just trying to piss Nate off. Because he actually sounds like a nice guy and he doesn't deserve to be messed around." Jo sighed. "I've got to go."

She hung up, clearly annoyed, and that only made me feel like shit.

I'd feel less bad about the fact that I'd disappointed her roughly five hours later . . .

"What the hell are you doing here?" I hissed up at Nate.

He stood between me and Ben with his hand on the back of my chair and I saw the hardness in his eyes before he shook it out to turn to my friend with a congenial smile. He held out his hand to Ben. "I'm Nate. We met briefly before."

Tucked in the back of Black Medicine, this quirky, gorgeous little cafe with naturally cut wooden furniture that wouldn't be amiss on the set of a Lord of the Rings movie, I'd been in the middle of telling Ben about my Nate woes when the handsome bastard had suddenly appeared as if conjured.

But I knew he wasn't conjured.

Jo had given up my location.

I was going to kill her.

Ben blinked, clearly as surprised as I was to see Nate there. He took in Nate's offered hand and slowly reached forward to clasp it with his own. "Good to meet you," Ben answered quietly, his expression assessing.

"So-" Nate made a tsk sound with his teeth "I'm going to have to ask you to leave. I need to talk to Liv."

My mouth fell open at his audacity. "Are you out of your mind?"

When his gaze slid back to me, the hardness was in it again and I realized quickly that it was annoyance. He was annoyed with me? Was he kidding me? "You and I have unfinished business," he replied softly. "I don't think it's fair to drag Benny boy here into it."

Ben cleared his throat. "With the exception of the condescending nickname, he has a point." Ben shifted, pulling his wallet out. I stared in horror as he put a five-pound note on the table to cover his coffee.

"You're actually leaving?" I hissed.

His lips curled up in beleaguered acceptance. "You've just spent the last fifteen minutes telling me about all the ways this guy has spent the past week trying to convince you that he's in love with you. I think you need to talk it out with him instead of me." He smiled kindly before shooting Nate a warning look. His green eyes flicked back to me. "Call me later to let me know you're okay."

My eyes narrowed on him. "I don't talk to traitors."

Ben snorted, shaking his head at me. "Just call me." And with that he left me.

Nate didn't bother to watch him leave. He just slid into the chair Ben had vacated and shuffled it so close to mine that our legs were touching. I pushed my chair back, readying to leave. Nate's arm shot out, his hand taking hold of my wrist. "Liv, please."

Our eyes clashed in a war of wills, and unfortunately my will was severely dented by the pleading warmth of his gaze. Sighing, I tugged my hand gently out of his grasp and shifted back toward the table, but made sure that we were no longer touching. "You have five minutes."

His eyes searched my face for a moment, like he was cataloguing every feature, and there was something so vulnerable and open about his expression that my heart immediately began to pound. Nate leaned forward, his voice low as he said, "That night at Cam's . . . the redhead."

I flinched, my expression shuttering.

I didn't really want to talk about the fact that while my heart was breaking Nate was out there getting over me by getting other women under him.

"I didn't sleep with her," he hurried to assure me, his words almost desperate. "Liv, I haven't been with another woman since you."

Snorting, I casually took a sip of my coffee even though I felt anything but casual about our conversation. "Right," I muttered sardonically, setting my cup back on its saucer.

"I would never lie to you about that."

At his hard, indignant tone I looked up at his face and found he was angry. I raised an eyebrow at his expression. "You're mad because I don't believe you? Really, Nate? I asked you point-blank if you were in love with me, you said no, and now weeks later you're saying yes. And you wonder why I'm struggling to believe a word you say?"

For a moment I thought he wasn't going to answer. Clearly attempting to keep his impatience in check, Nate exhaled heavily before replying. "That night was the only night I've ever lied to you. More than that, I was lying to myself. I didn't want to fall for you. You, more than anyone, know that. But I did. And I'm man enough to admit that it scared the absolute shit out of me. It still does." He reached for me, his hand resting gently on my knee as his eyes bored into mine. "There's been no one since you because I don't want anyone else. You've ruined me for anyone else." His hand coasted lightly up my thigh, and unfortunately that mere touch elicited a hundred memories of sensual caresses. Lust must have flared in my eyes, because I saw Nate's gaze sharpen as he caught it. "I miss you, babe. I miss everything about you." His fingers started tracing circles on my leg and I felt trapped, unable to move as my body began to hum with the memories. Nate's eyes darkened with heat as they scanned down my body and back up to my lips. "I miss your mouth," he confessed hoarsely. "I miss your tongue. I miss the feel of it against mine. I miss the feel of it on my skin." He leaned in even closer so all I could see and smell was him. "I miss your mouth wrapped around my cock."

My breath left me, blood rushing in my ears as his words cast a sexual spell over me.

His fingers continued to draw their lazy pattern on my thigh. "I miss your breasts, Liv, and the feel and taste of your nipples. I miss the way they pucker up for me, for my thumb, for my tongue . . . and how me just touching your tits makes you so fucking wet." He groaned at the thought and his hand suddenly tightened over my thigh. "I miss that. You drenched and hot and tight around me as I pump into you. The feel of your nails digging into my back, your thighs gripping me tight, your eyes on mine."

I think I whimpered.

Nate's eyes flared. "You screaming my name as you come around my cock. I miss that most of all."

Breathless, I gazed into his eyes, my cheeks flushed, my breathing unsteady. I couldn't believe he'd said all that to me in public. I couldn't believe my body's reaction.

His hand smoothed over my thigh. "If I slipped my hand between your legs right now, I'd find you wet, wouldn't I, babe? I'd find you as wet as I am hard."

I sucked in my breath, trying to clear my desire-fogged brain.

Somehow, somewhere, I found the strength to push his hand off my leg. Trembling, I reached for my bag. "Sex . . . it isn't love."

"For Christ's sake, I know that." Nate grabbed my wrist, stopping my flight. "Don't walk away, Liv. You walk away now . . . it's about pointless stubbornness."

Anger engulfed me and I ripped my hand away from him. "You left me," I growled. "You treated me no better than one of your random hookups, and suddenly because you've decided that no, wait, you do love me, I'm to come running back?" I stood up, my chair clattering behind me with the force of the movement. "Your words are nice in the moment. But at the end of the day it means fuck all. I don't trust you with your own feelings, Nate. Why the hell would I trust you with mine?"

Before he could say a word I hurried out of there, my throat choked with the tears I held back the entire walk home. It had taken an enormous amount of strength to walk away from Nate. A strength I hadn't even known I had.

CHAPTER26.

Even though I felt like Ben had left me to the slaughter, I was also flattered that he was concerned enough to want me to call him when I got home. However, when I did call him I was surprised to hear what he had to say.

"You're that couple," he told me softly.

"What couple?" I snapped.

"That couple who are a couple even when they're not being a couple."

"You spent five seconds with us," I argued.

"Yeah, and it was enough to know that you and Nate aren't over. You're unresolved, and until you know whether or not you're going to go back to him, I think I'm less likely to get hurt if I stay completely out of the cross fire. Look, I really do like you, Olivia, so if I'm wrong and you decide he isn't for you, give me a call."

And then he hung up on me.

I spent the next few days seething at Nate. Not just for the emotional damage he'd caused me but because my body had been strung taut like a guitar string twisted to near breaking point ever since his little word seduction in the dark corner of Black Medicine. My vibrator barely took the edge off.

Jerk.

The only good news to come at me that week was Jo's casual mention that Nathan was home and recovering well, and that Elodie and Clark were hosting a party to celebrate Joss's pregnancy. Jo suspected Joss was only going along with it to prove to everyone that she was happy with the pregnancy. I wasn't so sure. I thought the only one Joss really cared about was Braden, and from what I'd seen, he was happy and he knew that Joss was happy. I thought that more than anything they were just going along with the party because it meant something to Elodie.

The other good news-and I was determined that it was good news-was the fact that Nate had stopped calling. Saturday came around and it was time for the party and I hadn't heard a peep out of him since our conversation at the cafe. That was good. It meant I was right.

Nate didn't love me.

He'd given up easily.

He didn't love me.

That was good.

Yeah, that's convincing, Soda Pop.

Okay, so it would suffice it to say I wasn't in the greatest mood when I turned up at Elodie and Clark's on Saturday evening. Even the pink and blue balloons, the decorative baby gowns with funny quotes on them, the mammoth white cake with pink and blue buttercream frosting, the chilled champagne and delicious-looking finger food couldn't pull me out of my funk.

But I pretended it did. Or I tried to . . .

"You look better." Joss wandered over to me as I settled myself in the corner of the crowded sitting room with a glass of champagne. She, on the other hand, was holding a glass of water.

"As do you."

And she did. She looked well rested and happy.

"I feel good," she said, a small smile flirting with her mouth as she glanced across the room at her husband. He was standing talking to someone I didn't know, but his eyes kept flicking back to her. "Braden's a little overprotective at the moment, which I thought I'd find annoying." She grinned at me. "Not so much, though. You'd be amazed at the lengths he's willing to go to to make me happy."

I gave her a sly look. "Are you using your pregnancy to extort irrational favors from your husband?"

"I wouldn't call making him get up at two o'clock in the morning to find a twenty-four-hour supermarket that stocks chocolate peanut butter Hagen-Dazs ice cream irrational."

My eyes bugged out. "You didn't do that to him?"

Joss snorted. "No." She took a sip of her water, her eyes twinkling with mischief. "But I'm going to."

I burst out laughing, drawing the gazes of several people in the room, and one of those gazes turned me to stone.

Nate had arrived. And he looked good. His hair had been trimmed a little and he was sporting stubble. He wore a dark red T-shirt and black jeans. Nothing special, yet still he managed to look good enough to eat. I really hated that about him.

Seconds after our eyes locked across the room, his expression grew blank and he quickly turned back to Cam and Jo.