Whoever said you can't go home again wasn't in love with Nate Dawson.
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"Remind me where we left off."
The slow smile that curved his lips was so disarming, her pulse quickened and shivery currents raced through her veins.
One hand curled around her waist. The other cupped her chin while he lowered his head to where it was before the interruption. "If memory serves," he replied in a deep, soul-stirring voice, "we were right about here."
When an incoming call interrupted them again, his frustration bubbled over and he pounded the tree beside her head with his fist. She wasn't thrilled herself, but the entire situation suddenly struck her as funny, and she giggled.
Not finding anything amusing, he glared down at her, a brow arched as if to say, just wait until I get off the phone, and with it already to his ear, barked, "Sheriff Dawson."
Audrey pressed her fingers to her lips, smothering more laughter. Nate was gorgeous all the time, but when the little muscle jumped in his clenched jaw, and his enigmatic eyes flashed with emotion, he was a sight to behold.
"I had hoped we'd be spared the spectacle, but I'm not that lucky." Nate's head dropped back, and he looked up at the towering tree. Weariness echoed in his words as if it were the end of a long day rather than mid-morning. "Where is she staying and how many in her entourage?"
Audrey stiffened, her good mood instantly evaporating. She knew without him saying more the she he referred to.
"I'll be there directly," he told the caller, sounding resigned to the fact. After he disconnected, he brought his head forward until his gaze met hers. "I hate to have to tell you this- "
"My mother is in town," she finished for him.
His hands slid up her arms and cupped her shoulders. "The media pulled into town about five minutes after she did."
Audrey closed her eyes, immediately transported back to high school and being hounded by the press.
"Don't worry about this. I've got you covered."
He'd said the same thing the day she arrived for the funeral. He'd taken charge then, too.
"Are you with me, Audrey?"
She hesitated. He leaned down and, with his forehead resting on hers, urged, "Don't run scared on me again, baby."
"I never- "
"You did. After high school, you left with hardly a word and never returned. But you're not seventeen anymore, and I'm here with you this time. No matter how bad it gets, we'll deal with it together. Say you're with me on this."
"I'm with you, Nate."
Whisper-soft he murmured, "That's my girl."