But Cindy wouldn’t give him Nathan’s number.“I can’t,”she said,finishing the dishes.She handed the plates to Wes as she cleaned them,and he dried them off with a damp towel,then stacked them to one side of the counter because the dish drainer was already filled withcups and glasses.“Tom’s right,you’re with Roger…”She glanced up at him,a worried expression on her face.“Don’t tell me you’re thinking of throwing that away.I mean,Nathan’s nice and all,but you don’t really knowhim—”
“We went to high school together,”Wes reminded her.He set another plate aside and waited for her to hand him the next one.“I’m not saying I’m going to get with him.”
“Then what areyou saying?”