Chapter 5

"Michael, are you close to Nathan?" I asked, testing the waters.

"No, not at all," Michael said, shaking his head. "Nathan's got a reputation for being distant and impossible to track down. I had to pull a bunch of strings to get you ten minutes with him. So you'd better make the most of it."

I nodded, but I couldn't help but have my doubts.

Would someone so distant like Nathan really attend a stranger's funeral?

Something about this whole thing didn't add up.

A week later, at the business dinner, I wore a dark emerald velvet gown I'd designed…