Nicholas looked as if he had just seen a ghost. The expression made Iris deeply uncomfortable, but she figured he might have mistaken her for someone else. She forced a small smile. "Do we know each other?"
That thought had crossed Nicholas' mind too. He pulled his expression under control and asked, "What is your name?"
Any name would have done. Jane Smith. Anything.
"Iris Quinn."
It hit him like a thunderbolt. Nicholas could not believe his eyes or his ears. This time, he really had seen a ghost. But her reaction puzzled him even more. "You don't remember me? It must have been three years ago now. New Year's at Lucas' compound. And that time with the fireworks. We met both times."
'Compound? Fireworks?' Iris frowned. "Well... I have Alzheimer's. I don't remember."
Nicholas was stun
