When Nash had asked Rowan out yesterday, he hadn’t been thinking beyond wanting to spend more time with her and unraveling all those knots of tension she seemed to tote around like Marley’s chains. Well, and kissing her again. But as he backed his truck out of his own driveway and whipped around to pull it into Robert’s, it occurred to him that it wasn’t just Rowan he needed to impress tonight. He had no idea how Robert would react to this.
They were friends. Robert had been a sort of mentor since Nash had separated from the Navy. But Rowan was something else entirely. Despite their head butting the last couple of weeks, the two shared a bond far more like father and daughter. And that made Nash nervous.
He was never nervous.
He’d opted for low-key—a diner or Mexican food kinda date. No
