Nash lifted a loaded chip, breaking the string of gooey cheese and wrapping it around the rest of the mountain of toppings. Rowan Beale absolutely had the market cornered on killer nachos. “Now explain to me exactly how you and Robert are related.”
“Great niece. My grandfather—mom’s dad—is his elder brother. Robert was the oops baby of their generation. Granddad was sixteen when he was born.”
“So he was sort of a big brother uncle to your mom?”
“Exactly. I love my grandfather, but it was always Robert I was closest to. We are, as they say, cut from the same cloth.”
“Down to the same profession.” Nash tried to picture her in uniform, with her hair all bound up and a tough-girl stare. He liked this relaxed version of her better, barefoot in jeans, with her hair still a little mussed from
