He cheerfully excused himself from the couple, then gestured toward the same door Nathaniel had tried to get Cassandra through earlier. At least one of the Lane siblings was willing to take a walk under the moonlight with him.
“I didn’t know you were navy,” Sergio said as soon as they cleared the French doors. With an elegant wave of his hand, he indicated they sit on the bench swing.
“Does it matter?” Nathaniel asked, not wanting to sit since he saw this as more an interrogation than a friendly chat.
Leaning comfortably against the wooden back, one foot c****d over his knee, Sergio didn’t seem to care.
“Not to me.”
“But it matters to Cassandra,” Nathaniel guessed. “Why didn’t she say anything?”
“Well, it’s not like you had an in-depth discussion there on the beach.” Then he gave Nat
