But I'm looking at the rider curiously.
Because I have a sinking feeling I know who it is as the man gets off the bike and takes off his black helmet.
Yup, how did I guess? Of course, it's none other than Connor D'Avington.
I'm about to say something when he rushes over to me.
Well, whatever happens, I need to remember to be firm. I can't just forgive him because he managed to land a motorcycle on a barge.
Connor rushes past me.
Okay.
That's not really what I was expecting
Instead he approaches Nadia and throws his helmet on the table, upsetting our drinks.
It's safe to say that everyone, including Nadia, George, and I are standing up now since he landed his motorcycle and we're watching him.
"You lying bitch!" Connor yells, and grabs Nadia. A part of me is glad that he came for her and not me. "You think I wouldn't find out?" he yells.
"Its too late!" Nadia says.
"No it's not, Nadia," he yells to her. "It took all of two days to figure out you were a Constitutionalist who's been planning the leaks and the bad press."
"Well, you know Your Highness, you sort of helped in that by being a complete buffoon," Nadia yells back, taking a step away from him toward the edge of the barge. "These people will never do business with you again. I've made sure of that."
Connor looks at me and I see frustration go through his eyes.
He does the only thing he can.
He reaches over and grabs Nadia, whose eyes go wide.
He then takes her and chucks her off the barge. It's a good thing we were sitting on the side next to the railing and the water because he just throws her into the Hudson River.
She shrieks and screams as she flails in the air and then splashes in the water as Connor tosses her a life preserver.
Then he turns to me as everyone in the restaurant runs to the railing to look at Nadia spluttering as she treads water.
"Natalie," Connor says. "I don't know what Nadia said..."
I look at him. I need to stay calm. I can't forgive him too easily. Even if he had no idea, I need to play it cool.
"But obviously I don't want to cancel our contract and I want to undo everything she has been saying for the last three days," Connor says, putting his arms on my shoulders. I take a gulp. It's getting harder and harder not to just kiss him but I need to stay strong. For all women, everywhere.
"But there's one thing that she may not have said that I should've said a lot earlier than today, but I didn't because I was a fucking idiot," Connor says, and looks at me. "Natalie Thomson, I love you."
Oh. My. God. So much for staying calm and being strong.
"I love you too, Connor D'Avington," I say, coming closer to him. We're inches apart.
"I fucking love you so much, Natalie," Connor says, and his mouth is inches from mine. "And I promise I'll love just as much, if not more, for the rest of our lives."
I dunno.
He leans forward to kiss me and my mouth parts as his tongue reaches in and massages mine.
You know what? That sounds good enough for me.