“Yes, that’s the point. It is your job. Your job, what you do, makes people feel safe.” She stepped forward, close enough that the familiar, heady scent of her shampoo enveloped him in a subtle cloud. “I threw your career in your face last year. I used it and, well, your connection to my father as an excuse to slam the door shut between us.”
Since Nathaniel had done exactly that himself, he’d have to be a pretty big ass to hold a grudge. Or even to pretend to, for the sake of keeping a wedge between them. “You have every reason to see my career as an issue,” he told her. “It is one. I’m not a good relationship bet. I’m not going to be around a lot of weekends to go out. I’m not a ‘home at five for dinner’ kind of guy. I live on the edge
and that takes a toll.”
He shoved his hands into t
