So you drink your day away till the liquor in your mouth laughs
“Sure. S’gotta be the newest place in town, huh?” Harder to blow down something fresh built than something that’s been standing in the elements for years, usually. Nate knows his brother had some kind of a hand in this lace though, knows that Bart knows how to do good work, and most importantly, he wouldn’t let others do shit work. But he’s distracted by yet more planning, lessons and emergencies changing what he’d thought. “Usually people could care less about this stuff.” Nate admits, a shrug rolling over his shoulders as he pauses his scribbling, and plays up his offense.
“I know you wouldn’t have.” There’s no hostility in the words when Nate says them, no accusation, for all they might come across like it. “I know you don’t care to know me beyond what you’ve already decided.” The hostility, the mistrust, whether he deserves it or not, it all points to the fact that her mind is made up about him. And it’s a feeling that’s mutual. “I mean, it’s fine.” He says with a laugh, before she can object, if she even means to. “Its not like I think of you as much more than my husbands wannabe mistress, so it goes both ways, right?” For the first time, Nate’s gaze drops to the gravid swell of Maeve’s belly, a brow lifting as if it’s the first he’s noticed it.
Without looking, he rips off the sheet of paper he’d been writing on, setting it beside his nearly empty glass. A record of the recommendations he’s made, number and suggestions and training plans outlined. “Why don’t you think about everything I went over with you, and let me now when you’re ready to schedule some training for the workers, huh?” With a wink, Nate stands, rolling his shoulders back.
“I’ll just see myself out darling, thank you for your hospitality.”
“I know you wouldn’t have.” There’s no hostility in the words when Nate says them, no accusation, for all they might come across like it. “I know you don’t care to know me beyond what you’ve already decided.” The hostility, the mistrust, whether he deserves it or not, it all points to the fact that her mind is made up about him. And it’s a feeling that’s mutual. “I mean, it’s fine.” He says with a laugh, before she can object, if she even means to. “Its not like I think of you as much more than my husbands wannabe mistress, so it goes both ways, right?” For the first time, Nate’s gaze drops to the gravid swell of Maeve’s belly, a brow lifting as if it’s the first he’s noticed it.
Without looking, he rips off the sheet of paper he’d been writing on, setting it beside his nearly empty glass. A record of the recommendations he’s made, number and suggestions and training plans outlined. “Why don’t you think about everything I went over with you, and let me now when you’re ready to schedule some training for the workers, huh?” With a wink, Nate stands, rolling his shoulders back.
“I’ll just see myself out darling, thank you for your hospitality.”
NATE
