Chapter Eleven––––––––
Nat didn’t bother to slap aftershave on his face. Melanie was like a sister, and he had no intention of getting up close and personal with her. So why smell sexy? Besides, he was getting low on his favorite scent, “A Man’s Man.” He’d need it for Paris and Rome.
As he combed his hair, his thoughts turned to Nicki. What would she say about him going away with Lucy for two weeks? What would any chick say? Nothing good, he guessed. He prayed she wouldn’t cry. He figured she wouldn’t like it. It might be the end for them. Could he blame her? How would he feel if the situation was reversed?
He looked himself square in the eye and swore he’d understand it was a once-in-a-lifetime chance. He tried to convince himself he’d accept it, not be mad and forgive Nicki, if the sh
