Nathaniel’s POV
“How are you handling everything?” Blake asked as I placed my beer bottle back on the table.
I sighed and shook my head.
“I’m not sure,” I mumbled.
Blake furrowed his eyebrows and leaned forward.
“Speak up,” he said. “I can’t hear you over the music.”
“I’m not sure,” I said a bit louder. “I want to say that it gets better every day, but I would be lying. I hadn’t seen her in two hours and I am already nervous.”
I kept glancing toward the entrance, hoping I would see her. My heart skipped a beat every time the door opened. My stomach was in a knot and I knew it wouldn’t get any better until I had her back in my arms.
Blake sighed and took a sip of his beer.
“Do you really think that they are planning something?” Blake asked. “It’s been days and your men didn’t find
