Marco's POV.
I glanced at my watch and back up at the stairs but there was still no sign of her. Moving more to the side of the foyer so she would not see me until she took the last step, I drummed my finger tips impatiently against the ledge behind me.
Natalie was trying to avoid me at all costs. These past few days of her not being near me or in my bed at night felt unbearable but I knew Natalie would not be persuaded so easily but I needed to have, at least, breakfast with her. Not in the dining room, of course. The weather outside was perfect for an outdoor breakfast, or brunch, by the time she got down.
I leaned against the wall with my arms crossed while I waited now. The situation was a tricky one. I felt something for Natalie. I could not deny that, even to myself, but I coul
