Chapter 27

“I’d like that.”

“Good. Um. Great. I should probably go rest.”

He swallowed, nodded. “Yeah. I’ll let myself out when I’m finished. As long as you think you’ll be okay.”

Nathan smiled. “Sure. Goodnight, Barnaby.”

“When?” he blurted out before he could stop himself.

“When what?”

He felt his cheeks warm. “When do you think we might go to dinner?”

“Oh. Soon.”

Barnaby bit his lip. It sounded way too vague for him, maybe like it wouldn’t really happen, but he couldn’t really demand a more definite answer. “Goodnight then.” 4

Nathan tossed his pen on his desk and rubbed his eyes. If he had to look at one more motion that week he’d scream. Well…no. But he was damn sick of them.