sitting with him over a meal, having conversation, in his home and not Bradford Mansion created a rock in the pit of her stomach. If she was being honest, she was very curious about the man, about the impression he said she had made on him.

“If I decide to have dinner with him, and I’m not sure I’m going to, what do I get out of it?”

Nathan’s eyebrows shot up. “I’m quite sure I don’t know what you mean.”

Cheeks burning again, Jo stammered, “I don’t – that’s not – good lord, I wasn’t talking about that. I just meant if I do this for you, how will you repay the favor?”

“Ah, I see. Well, I don’t know how I could. I am very limited in the access I have to, well, anything. Isn’...

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