Chapter 39

“Another?” Jim said. “But, Nate, we just got this one.”

“I know. I think we’re going to need some shots.”

Nathan escaped to the bar feeling flushed throughout his entire body. He wanted to brush the whole thing off, chalk it up to Sasha just being like that, maybe not being able to help his flirtatious nature, but that deliberate brush of Nathan’s leg had been anything but subtle.

“Nathan.”

The sudden sound of Walter’s voice made Nathan flinch, and he bumped into the man standing beside him at the bar. He shrugged weakly in apology before turning to look at Walter with wide, questioning eyes.

“We should talk,” Walter said. “Privately.”

The only private place in a bar was the bathroom, which seemed like such an insult to injury after the last time they had a bathroom conversation. But Nathan gave a small nod, called to the bartender for some tequila shots to be delivered to their table, and headed for the men’s room. Thankfully, it was empty.