Dear Rosie, (Love Letters #2)

I exit and lean against the hallway, waiting for my girl.

And when the door opens, I hold out my hand, and she takes it.

FIFTY-THREE

ROSALYN

Nathan holds my hand tightly as he guides us through the crowd to the front door.

I feel overheated.

Overstimulated.

Someone looking down walks right toward us, and Nathan reaches out with his free hand to grip the guy by the front of his shirt.

The man looks up, his face instantly hardening at being manhandled.

“Watch it,” Nathan snaps. “You almost ran over my girl.”

I don’t know if it’s Nathan’s tone or size, but the other man puts his hands up and apologizes.

Nathan lets him go and tugs me forward.

As we pass the man, I bite my lip and keep my gaze on Nathan’s back. It feels very inappropriate to smile over the incident, so I do my best not to.

A few steps later, we’re stepping out into the night.

The sidewalk is mostly quiet, and I take a deep breath.

Being in the bar together was safe.

We may have kissed, a few times, but it had to stop there.

Now we’re heading to Nathan’s house, and there will be nothing to stop us.

Which is the point.

But even though I want this, I feel like I might hyperventilate.

Nathan pulls his phone out again, only glancing at the screen before sliding it back into his pocket. “This is us,” he says as a black SUV pulls to the curb right in front of us.

I follow him to the rear passenger door. “Is this your driver?”

Nathan grins down at me. “It’s an Uber.” Then he opens the door for me.

I mouth the wordohthen climb in.

Last night, after the wholeeight-thousand-dollar tipthing, I did an internet search for Nate Waller’s net worth.

It’s rude, I know, but I needed to make myself feel okay about keeping the tip, even though I’d already transferred half of it to Presley.

I didn’t actually get an answer for his net worth. I just saw the dollar amount of his last contract. It was over thirty million. For one year.

That was all I needed to see because I can’t even conceptualize that amount of money. Let alone a dozen years of playing and making money like that.

Presley has yet to see the new deposit in her account, but when she undoubtedly tries to give it back, I’ll mention all those zeros to her. That should make her keep it. Along with the fact that she’s more than earned it.

The opposite rear door opens, and Nathan climbs into the seat next to me.