Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

But that’s backtracking.

I turn back around.

Should I grab someone else’s office chair?

“Nathan?”

My head snaps up.

Standing there, at the end of the hall, with crutches under her arms, is a stunning little redhead.

Her hair is loose around her shoulders, she’s wearing jeans and a tank top, and she looks just as stunning as she did last night.

Better even because she’s here.

In my office.

“Rosie.” I break out into a jog.

Her wide smile settles the nerves bubbling inside me, but I don’t slow down.

I stop when there’s only a foot between us, reaching up to cup her cheeks.

“You’re okay?” I search her gaze.

Her smile drops. “I’m fine. Sorry, I… I didn’t mean to worry you. I wasn’t thinking.”

I heave out a breath. “Don’t apologize. It’s not your fault that I’m apparently turning into my mother.”

Rosie tries to shake her head. “Your mother must be very handsome.”

I grin.

Then, because I can, I lower my head and press my lips to hers.

I feel her mouth pull up into a smile against mine.

When I back away, she clicks her tongue. “Such a bad boy, kissing me in the halls of your workplace.”

“Key detail,myworkplace.” I look into her pretty blue eyes. “Are you just here because you missed me, or do you need something?”

We’ve been together round the clock for a week, but I’ve been missing her all morning, and as much as I don’t want her unhappy, I hope she’s been missing me too.

She lifts a shoulder. “I brought you lunch.”

I stare at her. Stare into those fucking eyes that have captivated me completely.

“You brought me lunch,” I repeat.

She nods, my hands still holding her face.

“What did you bring me?” I notice the reusable grocery bag over her shoulder that must be holding said lunch.

“A sandwich.”

“Homemade?”

She lifts a brow. “Obviously.”