Fighting For Hope (Worth the Fight #1) - Olivia T. Turner Page 0,11
tomorrow. Nathan was so sweet to hook me up with it and even sweeter when he brought me to a shoe store and bought me a new pair of black work shoes.
“And there’s more…” I say, not knowing how to tell him the rest. “We have somewhere to live.”
He looks skeptical.
“Nathan offered for us to stay at his place.” Actually, he insisted.
Scott shakes his head and turns back to the steering wheel. “No.”
“You’d rather live in a car?”
“Then with a stranger who’s already obsessed with my younger sister? Yes!”
I take a deep breath and try to calm the rage of emotions swirling through me. How can I explain to him that Nathan is not a stranger? He’s so much more. I’ve only known him for a few hours but it feels like I know him intimately. I already know that I want to be with him.
My body is constantly telling me the same thing. Every time we touch, it’s like electricity flowing through me. It feels like home.
“Well, I’m going,” I say as I put my hand on the door handle. “I’d like it if you came too.”
He eventually but reluctantly says yes. “To make sure you’re okay with this stranger.”
He’s reluctant but I know that living in this car is weighing on him. We haven’t gotten a good night’s sleep in weeks and we’re both sick of having to use gas station bathrooms.
“Thank you, Scott,” I say with a breath of relief. “You won’t regret this. You’ll see. Nathan is great.”
He just grumbles out something that I can’t hear.
I open the door and step out. “Follow us there.”
“Follow you?” he asks as he looks around the dark parking lot. “He’s outside?!?”
I close the door and run over to Nathan. He’s looking gorgeous as he sits on the hood of his Mustang, watching me.
“We would like to graciously accept your offer,” I tell him with a smile.
He grins as he hops off the car. “Good. Because I would have thrown you over my shoulder and carried you there if I had to.”
I follow him into his car, feeling hot all over while thinking that his way would have been a lot more fun…
Scott refuses to come into the house but agrees to take the room over the garage. It’s detached from the house and full of free weights and other junk, but I can tell Scott is thrilled when he sees it. He’s not so thrilled about me staying in the house with Nathan though.
“I don’t know about this guy,” he says while Nathan waits outside on the driveway.
“I do,” I tell him. “I know you think of me as your helpless little sister, but you’re going to have to trust me on this.”
“Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with this guy…”
I don’t answer, because I don’t know. I know it’s ridiculous to be falling in love this early, but I can’t help feeling that it’s headed there if it’s not there already.
“Have a good night’s sleep,” I tell him as I close the door. “Come in the house if you need anything.”
“There’s a sink downstairs in the garage,” he says as he looks around. “I should be good. And you come get me if you need anything.”
“I will,” I say as I watch him fiddle with the deflated air mattress that Nathan gave him. “But I’ll be fine.”
“I know you will,” he says as he looks at me with new eyes. “You’re anything but helpless, Hope. Look at what you did for us. A new job. A new place to live. A new boyfriend.”
“He’s not my boyfriend.”
Not yet anyway.
“I saw the way he looks at you. He’s your boyfriend.”
I’m not sure if he’s right but I hope that he is.
“We’ll find you a job too,” I tell him. “Everything is looking up.”
For the first time in a long time, I see my brother smile.
I’m filled with an excited nervous energy as I walk back over to the house. It’s small. Really small, but it’s bigger than the inside of our car so I’m not complaining. Actually, I’m thrilled to be staying with Nathan.
There’s a tiny bathroom between the two bedrooms and then one main room that has the kitchen and living room in it.
“I’m always at the gym so I don’t need much,” he says, looking embarrassed as he glances around. “I’ll get you a bigger place once I make my mark in the GPC.”
“I don’t need a bigger place,” I tell him. “This is perfect.”
“You deserve the