in,” he said. “Tell me when and where.”
“That’s what I was hoping to hear. Tomorrow. Be here at two.” The older man hesitated. “You like her.”
Nick thought about their brief kiss and how much fun they’d had at The Boardroom a few nights before. Her competitive streak had been unexpected, but enjoyable.
“We’re friends,” he said as casually as he could. “You’ve known her awhile. What’s her story?”
Alan folded his arms across his chest. “You mean where was she born and did she ever want a pony when she was little?”
Not at all what he’d been asking. “No.”
“I thought not. Let me be clear. While I appreciate you helping with the weddings and restoring the panels, I’m team Pallas, all the way.”
“She doesn’t need protecting from me.”
“Neither of us know if that’s true or not, do we?”
Nick realized Alan had a point. “I would never hurt her on purpose.”
“Sometimes people don’t even have to try. It just happens.”
“Point taken. So there’s no guy?”
“You’re persistent.” Alan smiled. “Have you met Libby yet?”
“No.”
“Libby explains a lot. She taught her daughter that love had to be earned. All love. It was never freely given. Which means that sometimes love is more trouble than it’s worth.”
Interesting, Nick thought, but it didn’t answer his question. “Is there a guy?” he asked again.
Alan smiled. “Nuance isn’t your thing, is it?” He started for the door. “If you want to know anything else, ask the lady yourself.”
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