He let her change the subject because there was nothing more he could say to change her mind. He knew he’d simply have to do whatever it took to make sure she knew how important she was to him. He wasn’t about to let her waltz out of his life easily.
“Does Riley like the water?”
“He loves it. He’s an avid deep-sea fisher … well, as avid as a seven-year-old can be. But he always talks about being out on the ocean. Marcia and I take him out on a fishing trip at least once a month,” she said.
“What has he caught?”
“He got an eighty-pound, yellow-fin tuna the last time we went out. It took both Riley and the captain to bring that thing in. Want to see a picture?”
“Yes, I’d like that.”
She pulled out her cell phone and hit a few buttons. A minute later she turned the screen of the phone toward Nate and showed him a little boy standing next to a fish that was almost taller than him. The boy had thick dark hair and, he noticed, Jen’s eyes.
“He looks so proud,” Nate said.
“He was. Marcia had the fish preserved and mounted and it’s hanging over his bed now,” she said. “I don’t think I have a picture of that in here.”
Nate put his arm around her and took the phone from her. “How about a picture of you and me on the yacht so you can show him when you get home.”
“That would be nice,” she said.
Nate wrapped his arm around her waist, and Jen put her head on his shoulder as he extended his arm out far enough to get both of them in the picture.
“Smile now,” he said, taking the picture. He looked at the screen and saw that the photo had turned out very nice.
He glanced down at her to make sure she was still smiling and she was looking up at him. “Things like this make me wish you were a different man.”
He had no reply to that. He knew what she wanted to hear from him—words of commitment or at least a promise to move in that direction. But they were words he couldn’t say. He’d made a promise to himself a long time ago that he’d never marry. That he’d never settle down because his father had said that Stern men weren’t the kind that took too well to marriage.
And Nate had believed that after his broken engagement. So he’d steered clear of women like Jen. Women who could make him feel more than just fleeting pleasure and a sense of fun.
But somehow she’d snuck in, he thought. Last night she’d been a pretty girl that he wanted. Today she was starting to grow on him. Starting to make him want to make promises he knew he’d never be able to keep.
“Um … why don’t you take some photos of the living quarters for Riley. I’m going to check the radar and get us ready to head back to shore.”
She didn’t say anything but turned and walked away. And he knew that was for the best. That the only way they were going to both be okay was if both of them walked away from each other now. He knew that a part of him would regret it but better to end things now before they had really even started than later when they’d both be hurt worse.
Seven
Nate drove her back to the club to get her car but she was reluctant to let the day end. He stood there in his chinos, deck shoes and T-shirt wearing a pair of Armani sunglasses and looking like temptation itself. Was it any wonder she didn’t want him to leave?
“Want to have lunch with me? I don’t have your stunning view at my place, but we do have a nice Florida room and I make the best grilled-cheese sandwiches in the world,” she said. Standing next to her car with him made her feel more vulnerable than she would have guessed. But in the bright light of day, back in her real world, she knew how fleeting her time with Nate really was.
“World’s best, eh? I can’t pass that up.” “I’m glad. Do you want to follow me?” “I have to stop at the office and check in with my brothers. Give me your address and I’ll meet you there in an hour.”
She gave him the address, which he entered into his iPhone, and then he gave her his cell phone number and took hers. “So we can get in touch with each other if we need to.”
He kissed her and then helped her into her car. She watched in the rearview mirror as she drove away. He stood there until she turned the corner.
She tried not to second-guess inviting him over. Marcia should be at the office and Riley usually had soccer in the afternoons.
But when she walked in the door, the first thing she heard was the sound of kids’ voices and she knew that Riley was home.
“Aunt Jen. We won our game!” he said, running into the foyer to see her. “Lori brought us back here to have cupcakes and Coke.”
“Great idea. Best way to celebrate,” Jen said, even though that much sugar would make her nephew bounce off the walls.
Jen followed Riley down the hall into the kitchen where his nanny Lori and her son Edward were both sitting at the table. “I didn’t know you were going to be home.”
“It’s okay. Do you need to head out? I can watch Riley until Marcia gets home.” “Actually, yes, I do.”
“Then you can go if you need to,” Jen said.
“Not yet, though,” Riley said. “Edward and I are going to trade Silly Bandz.”
“Go do that, but make it quick,” Lori said.
“I thought you’d be home when I stopped by,” Lori said once the boys were out of the room.
“I had a date,” Jen said.
“A date? Good for you, girl. You spend too much time working and staying home.”
Jen didn’t know about that but she nodded. Edward and Riley ran back into the room before she had a chance to comment. The boys were busy chatting about the Bandz they’d exchanged.
“Come on, Edward, let’s go.”
Riley was disappointed to see his friend leave but got over it quickly. He was talking a mile a minute about the game and his game-winning goal. She listened to him and reminded herself that having her nephew in her life was one of the best things she experienced.
“What did you do today?” he asked.
She waggled her eyebrows at him. “I went out on a yacht.”
“You did?”
“Yes. Want to see some pictures?” “You bet,” he said.
Jen showed him the photos she took and when she got to the one of her and Nate, Riley asked who he was.
“That’s Nate. He’s my friend that owns the yacht.”
“Do you think I can go out on his boat?”
“I don’t know, Riley, I will ask him.”
“Thanks, Aunt Jen. Do you want to play Mario Kart?”
“Not right now,” she said. “Why don’t you have a game while I make some lunch? Nate is going to come over and join us.”
Riley went into the living room and she soon heard the sounds of his Wii game powering up. She turned on the radio and looked around the kitchen. It was a nice area with a butcher-block island, stainless steel appliances and granite countertops. She’d moved in here when she’d first come back to Miami after being kicked off the competitive dancing tour.
Marcia had invited her to make this her home and together they had shaped this house up nicely. There was a photo of the three of them in Little Italy eating at Ferrara’s bakery when they had visited New York last summer so Riley could see where his grandmother had grown up. The refrigerator was decorated with Riley’s latest art projects and in the