He’d never heard Leo described quite that way before. Ironic.
“If he wanted you to know his name, he would’ve told you himself.”
Jury side-eyed him. “For real? You’re not going to tell us?”
“Some things aren’t mine to tell.”
He wondered what Big Sister was making of this, but he figured if she didn’t like what he had to say when he told the truth, that would be her choice.
“Is he like Mount? The type that stays out of the spotlight and sticks to the shadows?” Jury asked.
“I don’t think there will ever be another one like Mount.”
One corner of Imogen’s mouth curled up in a smile. “Jury, he told you what he was willing to tell you. Just leave it alone for now, okay?”
“How are we supposed to know if there’s another key for Mom and Dad?”
Nic had heard about the infamous keys from Leo, which was why he’d been on the lookout for these two as a long-shot favor. As part of Mount’s passing, he’d doled out his fortune in creative style, and Leo was playing a big role in executing the ingenious plan. Apparently, someone had thought Little Sister might show up for a tattoo while she was in town for the funeral.
“If there’s something for them, they’ll get it,” Nic replied. “You don’t need to worry about anything.”
Both sisters looked at him.
“You’re sure?” Jury asked.
“Positive.”
“See, Jur. Let’s just be grateful they found us.”
And grateful Nic was. Even more so that they’d come back. Imogen was beautiful, and there was something unique about her. And he couldn’t say he wasn’t a bit curious about what it was that had drawn the infamous Lachlan Mount to their sister. From what he’d heard, the man had been infatuated when he married her, and from all accounts, he’d doted on her and their daughter.
“That’s us. The white 4Runner.”
He took a look at her jacked-up rig with its bronze wheels and roof rack. “Are you the adventurous type, or is the rig the adventure?”
“I’m a research scuba diver. I live on Grand Island. So, yeah, I guess adventurous works. Thank you for walking us out.”
“My pleasure. I’ll pick you up at seven at NOPSI. Ever been to Brennan’s?”
Her eyebrows winged upward. “Kinda fancy, isn’t it?”
“You look like the type who could appreciate fancy.”
Jury cleared her throat.
Imogen answered quickly, “Perfect.”
“Good. See you at seven.”
CHAPTER EIGHT
“Oh. My. God. That super-hot, super-tattooed dude was hitting on youso hard.Brennan’s? That’s nice. And you have to have a reservation for sure.”
Imogen didn’t know what to say.First insisting on picking me up, then walking us to the car, and now a fancy French Quarter restaurant for dinner, where he clearly wasn’t concerned about getting a reservation?Imogen wasn’t the type to judge a book by its cover, but she had to admit she was surprised.
They both climbed in the 4Runner, and she dropped her forehead onto the steering wheel.
“What am I going to wear? I didn’t bring date clothes. I don’t own date clothes since, as you pointed out, it’s been eight million years since I’ve dated.”