Chapter Forty-Four
“I’ll pick up some wine. What kind do you like?” Derrick asked, his gaze moving from me to Nevie.
“Beer.” We both answered in unison. Derrick’s eyes widened, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “Nevie likes sweet wine when she does drink it, but she prefers beer.”
Nevie stood up, stacking her silverware on her plate. When she passed me, she reached out her hand, giving my shoulder a squeeze. “Talon likes beer, but when he wants a hard drink, it’s whiskey.”
“Good to know.” Derrick said, finishing his coffee. Nevie came back to the table and I caught her wrist.
“Tal?”
“Could you sit down for a minute? I wanted to talk to you.”
The smile fell from her face and she sat down across from me. “What’s up?”
“I hate to break up this happy moment, but I want you to be careful.
