Chapter 4

Nathan wanted that.

And he was beginning to think he wouldn’t find it with Marsha.

He heaved a sigh, shoulders slumping. In that moment he wanted nothing more than to be back home with a bowl of chocolate sauce drizzled ice cream and a good movie, preferably nothing to do with love.

“It’ll sort itself out,” Eleanor piped up having heard the forlorn tone. “Trust me, Nathan, sweetheart, you will find the one you’re meant to be with when the moment is right.”

“What if the moment is never right?”