Nathan.
"Apparently someone got their letter but didn't get the message she intended it to deliver,” she said as she hit the button on the side of her phone and ignored the call, sending it to voicemail.
She readjusted and curled back into the hammock and took a big bite out of the scone with a sigh.
Nathan pulled the phone away and looked at it when he got her recorded voicemail message and tapped his foot while he waited to be able to leave her a message.
When the beep sounded he jumped right in, "Hannah, this is Nathan Maxwell calling. I received your letter and feel like we have had a grave misunderstanding. I would like for you to come back to the penthouse and discuss the matter with me so that we can resolve any lingering issues and concerns that you may have. Give me a call if you are currently unable to come back, and I'll wait to hear from you or see you. Thank you."
“Man, that sounded so professional and disconnected. What the hell is wrong with me?” Nathan mumbled to himself.
He slammed his hand down on the polished mahogany of the desk and clenched it into a fist while he debated calling again and leaving a more personal message.
Against his better judgment, he hit redial and waited as it rang through again.
Hannah sighed as Star Wars started playing again and turned her phone off.
She didn't want to talk to anyone and she really didn't want to talk to Nathan Maxwell.
It went back to voicemail after only a few rings and he realized that she was ignoring his call intentionally.
"Hannah, this is Nathan again. I realized the last message sounded extremely formal. I want you to know I'm sorry for the way I acted, and I want to talk to you about it. If you let me explain things, it might help us both, and we can talk about what's going on between us. Please call me back."
He hung up and leaned back in the leather office chair, running his hands through his hair.
He turned up his phone volume and put it in his pocket.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Chapter Twenty
It had been a week since Nathan found Hannah's letter of resignation sitting on his desk.
He tried to ignore the fact that without her he couldn’t focus on anything.
Keeping his distance in the past when a relationship ended had never been a problem.
He had always been glad to get away from them and start something new, but that didn’t’ feel like a viable option this time.
Being attracted to someone and being attached to someone were two different animals.
Yet somehow he had managed to become both when it came to Hannah.
Nathan doubted she had found a new housekeeping job so quickly.
Placement from the agency could take weeks depending on availability. He had a feeling he knew just where to find her.
“Not that I'm going after her,” he whispered to himself numerous times.
But he wasn't even able to convince himself that was true.
Twenty minutes later and he was pulling up outside of Bright Eyes Coffee Shop, parking his Aston Martin on the side of the street looking up at the colorful sign.
Seeing it in person, he could tell why the place charmed her.
It had a comfortable atmosphere and felt homey.
The windows all had window seats complete with thick, plush cushions and pillows.
Reading nooks and hanging hammock chairs mingled among the café tables and the walls were stacked to the ceiling with books.
The barista greeted him, and he ordered a latte before looking around.
He wasn't sure if Hannah would be there, but he had a feeling at some point she would be.
He would wait.
Nathan wandered through the sea of books and hammocks when he spotted her on the other side near one of the windows.
She was curled up in a hammock in her socks and little jean shorts with the frayed tips, sipping on an iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel sauce while she read a paperback.
She looked completely in her element here.
He watched her for a second as she turned the page
"Apparently someone got their letter but didn't get the message she intended it to deliver,” she said as she hit the button on the side of her phone and ignored the call, sending it to voicemail.
She readjusted and curled back into the hammock and took a big bite out of the scone with a sigh.
Nathan pulled the phone away and looked at it when he got her recorded voicemail message and tapped his foot while he waited to be able to leave her a message.
When the beep sounded he jumped right in, "Hannah, this is Nathan Maxwell calling. I received your letter and feel like we have had a grave misunderstanding. I would like for you to come back to the penthouse and discuss the matter with me so that we can resolve any lingering issues and concerns that you may have. Give me a call if you are currently unable to come back, and I'll wait to hear from you or see you. Thank you."
“Man, that sounded so professional and disconnected. What the hell is wrong with me?” Nathan mumbled to himself.
He slammed his hand down on the polished mahogany of the desk and clenched it into a fist while he debated calling again and leaving a more personal message.
Against his better judgment, he hit redial and waited as it rang through again.
Hannah sighed as Star Wars started playing again and turned her phone off.
She didn't want to talk to anyone and she really didn't want to talk to Nathan Maxwell.
It went back to voicemail after only a few rings and he realized that she was ignoring his call intentionally.
"Hannah, this is Nathan again. I realized the last message sounded extremely formal. I want you to know I'm sorry for the way I acted, and I want to talk to you about it. If you let me explain things, it might help us both, and we can talk about what's going on between us. Please call me back."
He hung up and leaned back in the leather office chair, running his hands through his hair.
He turned up his phone volume and put it in his pocket.
“Damn,” he muttered.
Chapter Twenty
It had been a week since Nathan found Hannah's letter of resignation sitting on his desk.
He tried to ignore the fact that without her he couldn’t focus on anything.
Keeping his distance in the past when a relationship ended had never been a problem.
He had always been glad to get away from them and start something new, but that didn’t’ feel like a viable option this time.
Being attracted to someone and being attached to someone were two different animals.
Yet somehow he had managed to become both when it came to Hannah.
Nathan doubted she had found a new housekeeping job so quickly.
Placement from the agency could take weeks depending on availability. He had a feeling he knew just where to find her.
“Not that I'm going after her,” he whispered to himself numerous times.
But he wasn't even able to convince himself that was true.
Twenty minutes later and he was pulling up outside of Bright Eyes Coffee Shop, parking his Aston Martin on the side of the street looking up at the colorful sign.
Seeing it in person, he could tell why the place charmed her.
It had a comfortable atmosphere and felt homey.
The windows all had window seats complete with thick, plush cushions and pillows.
Reading nooks and hanging hammock chairs mingled among the café tables and the walls were stacked to the ceiling with books.
The barista greeted him, and he ordered a latte before looking around.
He wasn't sure if Hannah would be there, but he had a feeling at some point she would be.
He would wait.
Nathan wandered through the sea of books and hammocks when he spotted her on the other side near one of the windows.
She was curled up in a hammock in her socks and little jean shorts with the frayed tips, sipping on an iced coffee with whipped cream and caramel sauce while she read a paperback.
She looked completely in her element here.
He watched her for a second as she turned the page
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