Chapter Nine
Evan
The dinner conversation consists of politics, the economy, and other boring topics. And while I wish I could ask Nick more questions about the show and what happened at the tasting, because of Brock, I’m restricted until we’re excused.
Brock wraps his arms around me and whispers in my ear, “You’ve got about ten minutes, then we’re hiding out at my place. Skinny-dip later?”
I kiss his lips and step back, wiggling out of his hold. “I won’t be long.”
Nick’s waiting for me in the study when I walk in. Renee’s across from him in one of the four leather seats huddled together with a table between them.
“Evan, please come in.” He waves me in. “I asked the Floyds if we could have a moment with you. They’ll be in shortly.”
“I was told by Brock that I had ten minutes.”
Nick
