Attempting to suppress any lingering doubts and not to dwell on possible repercussions, Nick busied himself trying to judge Alex’s glances. His friend seemed to be in a peculiar mood lately.
“It’s a pity,” Alana mused, clearly distracted.
Nick stared at her pursed lips and then glanced to her eyes, noting she looked across at Alex with a thoughtful expression. He waited. Exactly what was a pity?
“It’s a pity you’re not gay. You could enjoy the role more.”
Gaping at her, Nick spoke without thinking. “That’s hardly a comment I would expect from a professional.” Aware that Alex now stared at Alana, Nick thrust aside the spark of animosity that flashed through him. The emotion was a little too like jealousy.
“I’m speaking as a woman and as an agent who is worried.” Bright gaze flashing in
