Retta’s words were definitely meant to pressure Nate.

For once, he didn’t argue. Yeah, he was crazy talented, but the world didn’t always care, Even the best could get left in the dust if they didn’t play the game right.

Lena wasn’t about to make it worse for him. Even if Retta was laying it on a little thick, better safe than sorry. The last thing she wanted was for his career to tank because of them. That kind of strain could mess up everything. “Retta’s right, Nate. You should go,” Lena sald her voice calm.

This wasn’t about Retta-It was about him.

Nate hesitated, like he wanted to argue, but instead, he brushed his fingers along her cheek. “I’ll make it quick and come right back to you.”

“Okay,” she murmured.

He leaned in, kissing her slow and steady. “Wait for me.”