Chapter 30
Natalie
I threw the door to my apartment open and rushed inside. My feet were killing me from the walk back home and the three-story climb to my place. I kicked off the uncomfortable heels. Then I rounded the corner to find Penn pacing the living room.
“I’m sorry. I’m sorry. I know. I’m late,” I told him, holding my hands up. I dropped my planner and oversize St. Vincent bag onto the table in the hall and strode toward him. “The meeting ran over.”
“It’s fine. I was just…”
“Pacing?” I offered for him.
“Yes.” He grinned at me.
I took in the image of him standing there in chinos and a blue button-up with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. His hands in his pockets with Dermot Kennedy’s album playing from his phone. His blue eyes bore into mine, and I practically sighed with re
