60 - The luck I don't have

MORGANA FOSTER

Nicolas's expression made me shrug my shoulders. I had married someone who wasn't him, and that certainly shook him in some way, but I couldn't explain that to him so quickly. "When did you get married?" he asked, still looking a bit pale. I just shook my head and smiled at him, "Long story," I said, and he closed the distance between us, taking my hand again.

"I'm really interested in knowing who stole your heart," he says softly, and that startles me a bit. "Let's sit down. Once this lunch is over, you can tell me all the details," he winks at me and pulls the chair in front of me.

I sit with my back to the door, and he sits next to me. Lindsay sits across from us and takes out some papers from a folder, passing them to Nicolas. I just watch the two of them work while the waiter serves water and wine in our glasses. They order some dishes, and for a while, I'm relaxed without Ryan's presence here. That is until he arrives, clearing his throat.

"Sorry for the delay," he