He took the seat next to her and stretched out his legs. “You’ve been avoiding my calls,” he said. A woman in a brown robe lowered her e-reader and shushed him. Bella looked up, startled. “Oh, hi, Nick.” “Don’t ‘oh, hi, Nick’ me. Your fiancé nearly got shot yesterday, and you’re too busy getting body parts oiled up to care? Seems a little cold to me.”
