I woke up to an empty bed about four hours later. I stretched, letting my toes curl into the cotton sheets. Nathaniel’s side was still warm, he couldn’t have been gone long. I rolled out of bed, shrugging on a nightie and heading for the coffee machine in my living room.
And there, sitting on the sofa drinking coffee, was Nathaniel. My mate. I never thought I’d be saying that one.
“Good afternoon, sleepyhead. I made you coffee.”
“Music to my ears,” I smiled.
I sank down into the chair next to him, sipping that beautiful cup of brown happiness. “Let me take you for lunch, Effie. Before you head over to the club.”
“It’s a date. I just need to have a shower, get dressed, and then we can head out whenever.”
“Shower quickly, Effie, can’t promise I won’t join you otherwise.”
I giggled… g
