Page 33 of Pucking Snowed In with the Enemy

“Yes, of course, Sir. Do you require anything else?”

“Champagne. The best we have, and make it two bottles with chocolate-dipped strawberries and two of all my favorites. No need for a menu tonight.”

“Of course, Sir, right away.”

The man sped off, and I looked up at Nathan. “You must come here a lot,” I said and hated that a thread of jealousy weaved its way through my body.

“You could say that. It’s my favorite place to work when I need space, and my family owns it, so they are extra nice to me.”

I shook my head. I should’ve known.

The elevator opened to a set of double doors in front of us. Nathan held the key over the pad, and with a clunk, the doors unlocked, but I was not prepared.

When he pushed the door open, I gasped at the view. The entire wall in front of us was glass and faced the mountain I’d seen from the parking lot. A gas fireplace surrounded by a raised stone platform burned in the middle of the sitting area, while massive leather couches surrounded the fire. Everything was immaculate, and the room I’d been staying in could’ve fit in here fifty times over.

“Do you like it,” Nathan asked as we stopped and just stared at the view.

“How could I not? No wonder this is your favorite place to work. This is…wow.”

He turned to me, and the back of his knuckles grazed my cheek. “Do you want your own room tonight?”

I should say yes, but I couldn’t. My teachers at Quantico would be pissed if they saw how weak I’d become.

“No,” I said, and I felt him relax. I’d always been good at sensing what someone else was feeling, but with Nathan, it was exaggerated. I didn’t know what to call it, but I felt his moods shift as easily as my own.

Cupping my cheek, he kissed me, and it was the most tender of moments between us. It hurt ten times as much, knowing it couldn’t last.

“Come on, I’ll show you the bedroom, and then we’ll eat, and you can ask what you want. I want it out of the way.”

“Sounds fair to me.” He led me to the far end of the living room to another set of double doors that opened into the largest bedroom I’d ever been in, let alone slept in.

“What the?” Nathan looked around the room, and I was guessing he didn’t keep it filled with red roses and petals on the bed.

I glanced at my phone and started to laugh. “It’s Valentine’s Day. I’m guessing you didn’t plan this?”

“Plan it? I’ve never celebrated it. I couldn’t have even told you it was today,” he said, wandering over to one of the massive bouquets and pulled out a long-stem rose.

“The resort probably thought you were using this place for a special night.”

“Oh, it’s going to be special alright.” He walked over and drew lines down my face with the delicate petals before handing me the stunning flower. It smelled so good.

“There has to be a hundred flowers in here,” I said, turning in a small circle and taking in the room that would fit my entire house back home.

It had the same massive windows as the living room, a king-size bed that could fit six people, a spacious bathroom, dresser, nightstands, a breakfast table, a desk to work, and a plush chair that faced the window with a bookshelf right beside it. I could’ve lived in just this room for the rest of my life and been happy.

“If I’d remembered it was Valentine’s, I would’ve done something more than flowers for you. I’m sorry,” he said, taking our bags and sitting them on the dresser.

“Don’t worry about it. I’m not really a Valentine’s girl anyway. Unless you want to take me to the shooting range?”

Nathan laughed. “You are certainly unique, Savannah. It’s what I enjoy most about you. You keep me on my toes.” He opened his bag and pulled out a thick file. “This is not Valentine’s talk, so I’ll leave it up to you whether we hold off on this again.”

“As much as I would like to bask in this very romantic room with you, I think we need to get it out of the way. Don’t you?”

Nathan nodded.

“Alright, let’s go,” he said and led the way back to the living room. The room door buzzed like a doorbell, and Nathan set the file down to answer it. I was so tempted to lift the corner and peek at what was inside. He brought it out here, and that meant he was going to trust me with the information, and if I looked, then I would be breaking his trust.

Two men entered with trays and a bucket of ice and champagne.