Chapter 4: Here’s to the New Nash
Nash pushed open the heavy door of the Purple Café. Despite the lighting, he could see that only one man at the bar wore a cobalt-blue sweater over a white dress shirt. That was the description Nash had been given, so he straightened his shoulders, mumbled, “f**k it,” and strode over to get the man’s attention and introduce himself.
“Hi, you must be Edward. I’m Nash.”
Edward was tall, had dark blond hair, and an oval face with a hint of scruff along the jawline. He also had deep blue eyes exuding more than a hint of disappointment when he turned and noticed Nash. To the man’s credit, he quickly masked the expression. He stood and held out a hand.
“Good to meet you, Nash. I’m glad Harley suggested this. I really wanted to see this show, but didn’t want
