Nate returned to the living room with two mugs in hand and a big book tucked under his arm.
"It's still snowing like crazy," he revealed as he passed me my cup of tea before settling on the opposite end of the couch. The cold had left his cheeks flushed. He stretched out his legs and pushed his toes against my thigh. Even through the layers of our clothes I felt how chilly they were.
I jumped a little, laughing. "It's cold out too!"
He wigged his toes against me. The little gesture felt deliciously wicked. "Oh, I'm sure you'll warm me up."
I couldn't contain my laughter. I never ever thought I'd be flirting with a man of the cloth.
"I'm sure I will." I tweaked one of his toes. They were long, but then again his feet were quite big, so I supposed it was all in proportion. Of course that thought made my mind wander into just what the
rest
of Nate was proportioned like. I believe I blushed.
"What are you reading?" he asked with a grin.
I held up the worn book so he could read the title embossed in faded gold across the cover.
"It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife," Nate quoted. "
Pride and Prejudice
—nice."
"It's one of my favourites," I confessed. I loved the idea of a couple ending up together despite all prior misunderstandings. A small part of me wanted to believe it could happen like that in real life. "What are
you
reading?"
Nate turned over the thick book so I could see the cover. The Bible. I should have known. I almost laughed aloud.
"Isn't it dreadfully boring?" I asked.
"Parts of it, yes," he admitted. He opened the book and flipped through it until he found the passage he wanted. "And then some of it is quite extraordinary." Nate cleared his throat and began to read.
"How beautiful you are, my love! How your eyes shine with love behind your veil. Your hair dances like a flock of goats bounding down the hills of Gilead."
I grinned. "Like a flock of goats?"
He held up a hand to still my comment and his eyes twinkled. "Your hair dances when you move, I'll have you know. Hold on, it gets better.
"Your lips are like a scarlet ribbon; how lovely they are when you speak. Your cheeks glow behind your veil. Your neck is like the tower of David, round and smooth, With a necklace like a thousand shields hung around it. Your breasts are like gazelles, twin deer feeding among the lilies...
"The look in your eyes, my sweetheart and bride, And the necklace you are wearing have stolen my heart. Your love delights me, my sweetheart and bride, Your love is better than wine; your perfume more fragrant than any spice. The taste of honey is on your lips, my darling; Your tongue is milk and honey for me..."
I sat speechless. It was lovely, yes, but it wouldn't have affected me half so much if it had been read by anyone else. Nate's husky voice filled the words with meaning I never would have found on my own.
"Song of Songs," Nate said softly. He closed the book on his lap.
"That's..." I trailed off, flustered.
"Sexy?"
"I was going to say, 'beautiful'."
"That too."
"Goats and gazelles, though? Really?"
Nate pressed his now much warmer toes into my thigh. "I'm sure at one time it was a great compliment. Besides, there's something rather attractive about the way gazelles move. Light and free... graceful."
"Yes, but can breasts be light, free, and graceful?"
Nate's gaze wander traveled over my sweater, where the lilac cashmere clung to my modest frame. "Yes," he said in a gruff tone. His eyes had gone dark.
A blizzard was raging outside yet I had to resist the urge to fan myself with
Pride and Prejudice
. I wasn't ready yet for Nate to know exactly how much he affected me.
Yet.
Had I already turned the page from off limits to definite possibility when it came to Nate?
"Why did you join the church?" I asked quickly before the conversation veered back into a forbidden direction. I had to know why someone as passionate as Nate obviously was would dedicate himself to a life where that part of him was discouraged, or if not discouraged then at least reined severely in.
He watched me for a moment. "That's a long story."
I gestured over my shoulder at the snow-blinded view from the window. "I've got time."
Nate didn't answer.
"I should know, Nate. Don't you think I deserve to know?"
He pressed his lips together in a fine line before nodding.
"Once upon a time..." he began while he ran a long-fingered hand through his light hair. "Once upon a time I was going to be a rock star."
My eyes widened with surprise.
Nate held up his hands in mock astonishment. "I know, I know. Shocking. But music was my life. I ate, breathed, and slept it. In high school a few of my friends and I started a band. It was the early nineties -- alternative grunge rock was in... we all wanted to be Kurt Cobain... without the drugs, of course." He laughed dryly.
"And we were actually pretty good. The guys and I devoted ourselves to the band wholeheartedly. I even went to university close to home so we could stay together."
I opened my mouth but Nate answered my next question before I voiced it.
"University of Toronto, Bachelor of Arts Honours for Musical Performance and Theory, naturally. I studied and performed classical music all day and then played rock gigs at night. We actually gained quite a local fan base. We were even lucky to open a few shows for some pretty major acts. It was exciting. We were going to make it."
He looked up at me then.
Haunted
