Chapter 40 (Nicholas POV)

Nicholas POV:

"Who is she?"

My future wife. "Her name is Willow." How did I explain this? "She's… she's special to me."

Kind of.

She moved back over to the stove, mixing the food around. "How long will Willow be staying?"

I rubbed the back of my neck. The knots of tension were killing me. I really needed a massage. When was the last time I had one?

I wondered what Willow's fingers would feel like on me.

"Nicholas?" Laura scooped the chicken and vegetables onto my plate, an inquisitive look back on her face. I tried to remember what she'd asked me. Oh, yeah. She wanted to know how long Willow would be here.

Good question.

"I'm not sure yet. It will be up to her."

She nodded, put the pan in the sink, and turned to face me again. It was difficult to eat with her staring.

I fidgeted on the stool, pushing the food around my plate more than eating it. I finally couldn't take it anymore.

"What?"

She let out a short laugh. What was up with people laughing at me lately?

"I do