“Your grandfather lost his wallet in a drawer.”
Nick let out a long breath. “No doubt.” He fixed her with sea-green eyes and said, “Just to give you a heads-up…I think my grandfather did this on purpose so that I would come down here and talk to you.”
Eden laughed. “Enterprising.”
His smile was slow and charming, although she didn’t think he meant it to be.
“Are we the victims of geriatric matchmaking?” she asked, realizing that in spite of the Ian debacle, she didn’t mind. In fact, Nick Duncan was kind of a nice distraction.
He cleared his throat. “I think so.”
“What shall we do about that?” she asked innocently.
“Anything we can not to encourage him.”
Eden took a moment to process his answer, and decided that he wasn’t being insulting. No, he had nothing against her—he was trying to keep his grandfather in line. “Not in the dating market?”
“It’s not that, it’s just…”
“Hey,” she said. “None of my business.” Nick was interesting and she’d play this by ear. But there was something he could help her with. She tilted her head slightly and asked, “Would you mind giving me some security advice?”
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