Feel the Way You Feel, My Love

Mrs. Wilson was smiling so wide her eyes were but small slits on her face. “Then do have more!”

“Okay!” Natalie nodded happily.

Thus, she stuffed herself till she was close to bursting.

After lunch was over, Shane went off to his study for a video conference.

Natalie moved to sit on the couch in the living room, cradling her food baby.

Mrs. Wilson came over with a glass of lemonade and offered it to Natalie. “Here, Ms. Smith.”

“Thanks.” Natalie took the glass from her gratefully.

Mrs. Wilson seated herself beside the younger woman. She scrutinized Natalie closely, though her gaze was kind.

A little uncomfortable at how the older woman was staring at her, Natalie self-consciously reached up to feel her face. “Mrs. Wilson, is there something on my face?”

“No, there isn’t. I’m just curious about you, that’s all. Ms. Smith, you’re the first guest Sir has ever brought back.”

“The first guest?” Natalie paused in drinking the lemonade. “Haven’t Dr. Baker, Mr. Shane’s fiancée, or Ms. Graham ever been here?”

The housekeeper shook her head. “No. Sir has never let them come here before. That’s why I was so surprised to see him bring you back last night, Ms. Smith.”

her hands even as a warm

caught her attention and she pointed at the photo on the opposite wall. “Mrs. Wilson, are they-

a man and a woman, both very young. She could almost see the resemblance Shane

Are they his parents?

her guess right. “It’s Sir’s parents. They’ve already

and queried, “How

Smith. I can’t tell you that.

okay. I won’t ask again.” Natalie

housekeeper got to her feet and stated, “Well then, I still have some work to do. There’s still dirty laundry waiting to be washed. Please

Natalie replied with

up the

the food and she felt a lot less like

Sharon and Connor must be

by that thought, she stood up. She decided to head upstairs to let Shane know she was

before she could take a step toward the staircase, Shane appeared at the

just the man

it?” Shane raised a brow at

she explained, “It’s getting late so I should be going home. I was just

He headed for the front door without

fingers tapped against the steering wheel before he abruptly said, “Regarding the

can that be?” Natalie clenched her