Chapter 5Well, last night, I was hit with a ton of bricks. Over dinner, the first Nathan and I had had together since he’d returned from England, and by the way, that was eight days ago, Nathan raised his glass, proposing a toast. “To the man who brings color to my life.”
That was sweet. Of course, I was instantly suspicious.
He set his glass down, peering into my eyes. “Do you like the wine?”
The wine was spectacular. As always.
He drew in a long breath. “So,” he said, staring down at his hands. “I’ve been thinking.”
My neck tensed up. Nathan was at his best when he was doing, not thinking. Every time he thought too much, we ended up doing something drastic. Like moving into a place we couldn’t afford if he ever lost his job, for example.
“Listen, Der. You know I’m not a sentimental
