Chapter 6

“Nye,” he said in greeting, his dark gray scarf darkening his eyes to slate and perfectly matching the gray and blue ensemble he wore this evening. He had taken the time to go home and change. I was surprised and flattered.

“Donal,” I replied. He led the way further inside and chose a table at the far end of the café, where it was quieter.

“Would you like a latte?” he asked as he removed his scarf and carefully hung it over the back of his chair.

“Black is fine.”

He smiled. “Somehow, that doesn’t surprise me.”

I rolled my eyes, and when he chuckled, I almost passed out. Who was this guy and what had he done with Donal?

The rest of the evening was more of the same. Surprising revelations about a man who seemed to be one thing on the surface, with much more underneath.