“He’s one of your volunteers here, isn’t he?”
Cindy nodded and said, “Oh, my. I didn’t know… why would he…”
“He didn’t want you to know. Because he wanted to help out here and he didn’t want special treatment.”
Cindy’s shoulders relaxed.
She must have been worrying about some interaction or another. Replaying something embarrassing in her mind. Something she wished she hadn’t said or done in the presence of the future King.
She stared down at Nolan’s photo and shook her head slowly.
“Cindy,” I said, pulling her back to the present. “Can I call you later today? Nolan and I actually need your help with something.”
“Of course.” She rummaged through a drawer and produced a business card with her contact information. “But what I could I possibly help you with?”
“Have you been wat
