“I’m sorry,” he whispered. There was a trace of desperation and plea in his voice.
I took a deep breath but didn’t say anything.
“I’m not supposed to say this, because a gentleman is not supposed to say anything to make any girl look bad. But if it will save what we have then to hell with being a gentleman.”
I turned around to face him, raising a brow, urging him to go on.
He took a deep breath. “When I first saw Jen at the bar that night, after I watched your gig, I asked her if she knew you. She said you were good friends. I asked her if she could introduce us. She asked why. I told her that I thought you were cute.”
What the hell?
Nick took another deep breath. “She then asked me if I wanted to hang out with the two of you the next night. She’d introduce us. I took her up for it a
