When the doorbell chimed, Nick knew very well who stood on the stoop. He stopped in mid-motion with a hand outstretched. He’d just set a book back in its rightful place on a shelf and had intended to make some lunch. The bell chimed again. Alex had said he would drop by and was on time. He didn’t believe for one minute that Alex thought they needed to study their lines. Clearly, Alex didn’t believe he’d cope on the day. A third chime pealed and then rolled into yet another rendition of the famous Westminster bells.
“All right. Give a man a chance!” Nick snapped as he jerked open the front door. He cast a quick glance up and down the street as he did, but there was no sign of Drake. The photo the bastard had plastered beside his column captured Nick in a frozen moment. The comical, surpris
