“I don’t like her.” Across from him, Sarah Jane sat, hands folded in her lap, her grilled chicken untouched before her. “Like who?” Nick shifted his weight on the plush seat and grimaced inwardly. His choice of dining establishment had turned out to be a huge error in judgment on his part. Giorgio’s romantic music and dim lighting gave entirely the wrong impression. “Your new tenant. She’s very…nervy.” Sarah Jane wrinkled her nose. Horizontal frown lines creased her forehead. “Do you know she asked me if we were living together?” Nick grabbed a napkin to cover his mouth before food spewed out. “Why would she ask you that?” The blush on Sarah Jane’s face told him a lot. “I may have indicated we were...a couple. But she jumped to her own wild conclusions.” “A couple?” Her color deepened. “Well, it may have been more like we were…engaged.” Nick reached for his glass of water, sloshing back a quick sip. Sarah Jane told Lily they were engaged after he’d sworn they’d only dated once or twice?
