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Nikki rolled her eyes. “I already thought of that. He’s been seen around.”
Maybe that seemed like a dark question, but it was expected. Asa and Nikki usually thought the worst-case scenario. Asa because his dad was a homicide detective. And Nikki because she spent a lot of time with Asa.
Also, all the true crime shows they watched didn’t help.
“Anyway,” she went on. “We’d like you to do it.”
Asa didn’t move. He sat perfectly still like a statue. He didn’t even blink.
“Obviously,” Nikki said. “You are overqualified for what I’m suggesting. But we have room in the budget to pay you what you’re worth.”
Thank God for Sunshine Capone.
And Ashton James.
And Zara Lorna. Probably.
Maybe.
Gah!
“My duties may be changing around here and I would really like the basic engineering to be done by someone I trust. And not…” She sighed and swallowed.
“A stealth idiot.”
“Right.” Nikki folded her hands together on the desk, realized how stupid that looked with the brace and then put them in her lap.
Please say yes, please say yes.
She knew what she was asking. But in another sense, she didn’t know what she was asking because Asa didn’t like to talk about it. He’d just made it very clear that he wasn’t going to be making or recording music of any kind anymore for as long as he decided to hang it up.
He’d never said never.
So she was asking.
Al had pushed him to get back out there. In much the same way she’d pushed Nikki to keep giving dating a chance. She pushed because she cared.
Asa had been more stubborn than Nikki.
And now Nikki was on the side of pushing.
This could go very badly.
Not “ruin the friendship” bad, but it might make things frosty between them. She was willing to risk it. They’d gotten through worse.
He leaned forward and messed with the cup of pens on her desk. Most of them didn’t even work anymore. She just didn’t know what to do with them.
“Is André back?” he asked, his brown eyes darting up to hers.
Nikki sucked in a breath and frowned. “No. I said that.”
Asa’s brow furrowed and he kept messing with the pens.
He was sorting them by color.
“What are you not telling me, Asa?” she asked, sitting back in her chair.
He flicked his gaze up but only briefly.
