Dammit. I was hoping I’d succeeded in distracting her. But she’s back on the scent. “Yes,” I admit. “It’s a nickname, though.” “Short for Fitzgerald? First name Colin?” Shit. I narrow my eyes at her. “You’re not an ex of his or something, are you?” “No. But we’re friends. Well, friendly. Fitzy’s a hard guy to be friends with.”
