Chapter 17
Nathan sat on the porch of Aspen and watched the weather rolling in, darkening the afternoon. He didn’t know where else to go. The last twenty-four hours had been so strange. In a way, the least strange thing had been Mark hunting him down all the way to New York City.
For the entire trip back he’d been obsessed with that one little phrase of Julie’s, her confession of: I do like you! Somehow, that seemed bigger than their trip to Great Falls or even making love here in the Aspen cabin. Emily had told him to remind her that she liked him—and to not let her forget. Somehow he had been the one to forget and now it was time to remind them both. If she gave him the chance.
Nathan was now betting every single choice on that memory—thank god Mark had come to New York to knock some
