Chapter 22

Nathan

Looking at my watch yet again, I stand and pace, tugging on the cuffs of my shirt and smoothing a hand over my clean-shaven jaw. I've been here for ages, but there is no sign of Maya yet. A dark feeling akin to dread settles over me. Normally, I'm extremely confident, and if a woman doesn't like me, well, no harm, no foul. I'll get over it. This is completely different. It feels as though my future happiness depends on whether she's willing to take this step and spend some time alone with me.

I pace again, blowing out another frustrated breath. She’s not coming. She's having second thoughts, and she's not coming.

Ross walks in and looks around, arms stretched out from his sides as he spins, and raises an eyebrow at me when he doesn’t see Maya. She should have arrived well ahead of him given he left the packhouse a good bit behind her to make it less obvious that he was following Maya and Dean.

“Where is she?” he demands, his brows slamming down in concern when I don't answer h