I go to slam the door in his face but he shoves a hand out and stops me. His eyes are intense as he stares me down.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Are you fucking serious?” I scream. “You’ve not spoken to me, and when you have it’s been two letters or less. I didn’t even know ‘K’ was considered a response until you threw it at me three days ago.”

He runs his hand through his hair and looks at me with those devastating green eyes.

“Can I come in?”

“No.”

“Shit, Avery. Just let me in.”

“I said,” I growl leaning up close to him, “no.”

He shoves the door wider and steps in. “It wasn’t an option.”

“You can’t just come into my house, Nathaniel.”

Caffy sees Nate and starts leaping up and down, barking furiously at him. He stares at her, raises his brows and then looks back to me.

“I’ve had things going on and I needed to deal with them. I wasn’t trying to avoid you, Avery.”

“You’re such a liar,” I say, slamming the door behind him.

“It’s the truth. Things between Lena and I haven’t been . . . great. I’m trying to fix them and it’s not been easy. My head is in the clouds half the time and mixed with racing I just can’t seem to pull it out. I’m sorry, okay?”

Hearing him say he’s struggling has all my defenses dropping to the ground. Dammit, I’m too soft.

“I’m sorry about you and Lena,” I whisper, slumping.

“I’m sorry about your mom.”

I give him a weak smile. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, Nate. It’s always a touchy day for me.”

He shakes his head. “No worries, I understand.”

I force a smile.

“Well,” I manage when we’ve been standing in silence for a long moment, “this is awkward.”

He stares at me, and then suddenly bursts out laughing. I can’t help it; I do too. He steps forward and wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his hard chest. I press my cheek to it, smelling the combined scent of him and sweat—which, believe me, isn’t a bad scent. He runs his hand down my hair and I realize, after a second, that this feels far too comfortable.

“Uh,” I say, pulling back, “do you want a drink?”

He’s got the eyes again. The lusty, soulful eyes that make my heart stop beating.

“No,” he murmurs, staring at my lips.

Holy shit. I feel his stare right down to my toes. I turn, forcing myself to look away, forcing myself to shove my feelings inside a deep, black hole where they can never come out again. He’s married. He’s married. He’s married. He’s married.

“Avery!”

I hear Jacob’s voice and I turn just as he swings my front door open and steps inside with my father behind him. I’m shocked. I haven’t seen much of my father in my home; it’s a very rare when occasion he visits. My father’s eyes turn to Nate and harden. So do Jacob’s.

“What’s he doing here?” Jacob asks.

“Nate was just jogging past. He stopped in to say hello.”

Nate stares at me, and then turns and stares at my father and Jacob.

“Dad,” I say, trying to keep my voice steady, “this is Nathaniel Alexander.”

“I know who he is,” my father says gruffly.

Nate and my father have a staring match—Nate wins. When they’re done, Nate turns to me and walks over. In front of both my father and Jacob, he wraps his arms around me, then, much to my horror, he presses a kiss to my cheek, far too close to my lips, before turning and muttering, “Good day, gentleman.”

Then he’s gone and I’m left standing with my mouth wide open.

Damned Nate.

“Why was that boy here?” my father asks, his eyes hard.

“He’s my friend.”

“Don’t look like a friend.”

“Jesus, Daddy,” I say, walking to the counter. “It’s hardly your business when you’re never around.”

He looks shocked, probably because it’s a rare occasion I talk to him like that.

“I’m paying your rent, I’m paying your dancing, I pay for your car and I am securing your future. It is my business.”

Was that a threat? My stomach rolls and I glare at him.

“You don’t choose my friends, and that’s all he is. A friend.”

“I’d hope so,” he mutters. “Because you’re standing to lose a lot if he’s anything more.”

“I’ve been with Jacob for over five years,” I snap. “Jesus.”

Jacob is standing by my father, arms crossed and glaring at me. “And I would like to hope you’re loyal.”

Seriously?

“If you two are here to insult me, then leave. I don’t need it today.”

My father’s eyes change quickly, and he drops his arms to his sides.

“I wanted to invite you over for dinner. Maybe we can look at some old photos of your mother.”

I raise my brows. “What?”

“Unless you don’t want to,” he says. “I don’t care, either way.”

Nice.

“I can’t tonight, I have to work. But maybe,” I swallow, “maybe we can do it another day.”

He nods sharply and turns to Jacob. “I have to get back to work.”