“I should have been there,” I murmured without thinking.
Nicholas’s face lit up with a bemused grin. “What? Four-year-old Avery Winchester swoops in to the rescue? Pelts the paparazzi with her building blocks?”
I raised my eyebrows knowingly.
“You’d be surprised what damage I could do with those things...”
He chuckled.
“I think the Royal Navy had it covered.”
It was my turn to laugh. But then something he’d said suddenly clicked.
“Wait a minute...you know how old I am?”
For a second, we both just stared. Me—pale as a ghost as my faithful ‘I’m twenty-nine’ cover story blew up in smoke. Nicholas—with the world’s most inscrutable poker face.
...a face that cracked into a smile.
“Of course I know how old you are.” He shot me a chiding grin, as if I’d been a fool to underestimate him.
