FOR THE SHORT FEW WEEKS since I’d met Sean’s mother, I’d come to adore her—but she terrified me with her astuteness when it came to any attempts I made at secretive missions. It took until early evening for Nathan to head upstairs alone, and after checking Beth’s preoccupation with prepping dinner in the kitchen, I padded the length of the landing to their bedroom.
Still soaked from his post-work shower, Nathan towelled off his dark hair, as I nudged the door open a little. Thankfully, he had a second towel fixed about his waist—I never had quite gotten comfortable with seeing my mate’s dad n***d. He paused, his body stilling, telling me he’d sensed me before he even turned.
I smiled. “Hey.”
His eyes narrowed.
Pretending I hadn’t noticed, I pushed farther into the room, hoping he didn’
