Chapter Twenty-Seven
Emma
The sun felt good on my skin. However, no amount of listening to the ocean waves could ease my tension. I didn’t want Preston to know how nervous I was going on the date with Nathan. If he knew, he’d never let me go through with it. Hell, even I had second thoughts. But my worries were assuaged, knowing that Preston would be close by. Even if Nathan was a killer, he had nothing on Preston. Plus, I was strong. If it came down to it, I could fight.
Preston laid beside me on the beach, but I could tell his mind was in a gazillion places. “What are you thinking about?” I asked, propping myself up on my elbow.
He turned to face me, his body mirroring mine. “You don’t want to know.”
I was pretty sure it involved the myriad of ways he’d like to kill Nathan. But so f
