“Sorry. We sort of teamed up on you, didn’t we?” “Max is apparently trying his hand at being a matchmaker,” I muse. Nate grins. “Listen, I’ll take all the help I can get.” He pulls our linked hands up and kisses the back of mine. I jolt, surprised. I can feel the phantom imprint of his lips even after he lets our hands fall back to our sides. Apparently, I’m having a very good day, because nothing about this situation is bothering me.
