“I wish you’d come. Win or lose, it’s a moment.” “I’ll watch on-screen. So … The Red Horse book. It’s good.” Eyes narrowed, suspiciously. “You finished it?” “Nearly, and it’s good. It’s—hell, what do I know—it’s maybe even better than the Icove book.” Now Nadine’s clever eyes closed a moment. “I wanted it to be. It matters what you think.” “It shouldn’t, but since it does, good work and all that.”
