Nathan lay on his bed, staring at the ceiling. The mattress was comfortable—more comfortable than anything he'd slept on in years—but sleep wouldn't come. His mind buzzed with thoughts, plans, calculations. Numbers scrolled through his head like a ticker tape.
But beneath all that, something else gnawed at him. A feeling. An instinct.
The Nashvilles weren't done with him.
He'd embarrassed them. Made Winston look foolish. Taken back his sister. Walked away from their family with his head held high, leaving them scrambling to explain to Marie's potential suitor why the divorce had been so urgent.
People like that didn't just let things go. Pride ran deep in families like the Nashvilles, and Nathan had wounded theirs badly.
He sat up, rubbing his face. The room was dim, evening light fil
