Neanderthal Marries Human: A Smarter Romance (Knitting in the City) (34 page)

Quinn choked on the water he
’d just brought to his lips, drawing everyone’s attention to him. He recovered quickly, replaced the glass, and stared at Nico as though he were an alien.

“
You’re marrying Elizabeth? When did this happen?”

Nico shrugged.
“She doesn’t know about it yet.” He then picked up his menu and began reviewing the options, asking, “What’s good here?”

As soon as the words were out of his mouth
, I realized who he was.

Nico was
the Nico
. He was the boy Elizabeth had told me about when we first met in college. He was the best friend of her childhood sweetheart, Garrett, and
the Nico
she’d lost her virginity to when she was sixteen.

He was
the Nico
.

And he loved her.

I had a feeling that life—in particular, Elizabeth’s life—was about to get very, very interesting.

***

I liked him
.

Dan liked him.

And, eventually, Quinn liked him too. But it was clear to me that Quinn liked him with extreme reluctance, as though liking him was compulsory and done against his will.

Quinn
’s grumpy mood was the only reason I didn’t object when he ordered my food for me, but I made a mental note that I would most definitely have to speak to him about it. Granted, he’d found out what I wanted first, but then when the waiter came he didn’t give me a chance to speak. We’d been together over six months, and it still bothered me. I was going to have to put an end to the weird, misplaced chivalry.

N
ico explained his situation and described the problems he’d had with his previous security team. Apparently, his niece needed infusions once every eight hours as part of a cystic fibrosis clinical trial. Elizabeth, my best friend and the woman he’d decided was going to be his wife, was his niece’s treating physician during the trial.

He also noted that his
niece and his mother—who was the guardian of his niece—were staying in a hotel near the hospital. He felt this set-up was less than ideal.

As well, Nico couldn
’t stop talking about Elizabeth. He brought her up almost constantly. At first I thought he was doing this on purpose, as each time he waxed poetic about my best friend, Quinn seemed to relax a little more.

But then Nico did it so much that Quinn became irritated
at Elizabeth being the constant focus of conversation.

Listening to
Nico and all these facts, I realized that the solution was obvious. Nico needed to move into Quinn’s building.

Quinn
’s building was secure and safe. Nico wouldn’t have to worry about keeping a security detail with him while he was in the building.

Also, his family would be in a real home instead of a hotel, and—since Elizabeth
also
lived in the building and as long as the hospital didn’t object—his niece’s transfusions could occur at their new home instead of at the hospital. I didn’t know the details of the study, but it was worth a try.

It was the clear logical solution to all
the problems presented.

Dan agreed immediately. Quinn agreed reluctantly. Nico waited for Quinn to agree, then gave me a huge, grateful smile.

“I guess I’ll be Elizabeth’s neighbor,” he said. His eyes, which I just noticed were a light shade of olive green, actually twinkled like twin shining stars of mischief.

“
Should make your eventual proposal a lot easier,” Quinn said, a subtle—reluctant—smile tugging his mouth to one side.

“
Yes, much easier….” Nico nodded, his gaze shifted to some spot over my shoulder, the mischievous glint increased. He appeared to be deep in thought. I had the distinct impression he was plotting.

Looking amused,
Dan glanced at his watch. “Well, we should get over to the building. I’ll ride with you, Mr. Moretti.”

Nico agreed,
pulled out his wallet and phone, placed several large bills on the table. “Call me Nico. You should know my real last name is Manganiello. I imagine you’ll need it. Moretti is a stage name.”

Quinn nodded
. “How did you get here? Do you have a car?”

“
No. I took a taxi.”

I noted Quinn suppress an eye roll then turned to Dan.
“Call a car; have one assigned to Mr. Manganiello.”

“
Nico. Call me Nico,” he said again, distracted by his phone. He frowned at the display then stood. “Sorry, excuse me. This is my mom; it might be about Angelica, my niece.”

Nico left the table to take his call
, and Quinn heaved an audible sigh. He frowned at Dan and collected the bills Nico had left behind. “You’re going to have to follow him and give him his money back.”

“
Sure. Fine.” Dan stood. “He’s nice, right?”

I nodded enthusiastically.
“He is! I like him.”

“
He’s alright. He smiles too much,” Quinn grumbled.

Dan grinned at Quinn then turned to go, calling over his shoulder.
“You’re just upset because, for once, you’re not the nicest piece of man eye-candy in the room.”

***

“I like him!”
I said, stripping to my new bra and underwear set. Honestly, I was kind of proud of it. It was handmade by artisan lingerie crafters in London, made from responsibly farmed silkworms, and it fit like it was made for me. Nothing feels quite as nice as a lacy bra that fits and matching underwear that flatters.

“
Who?” Elizabeth asked. She appeared to be a tad overwhelmed as she fell to our couch.

Elizabeth
’s state of overwhelmedness made sense given the present circumstances.

After our lunch, we
’d taken Nico to Quinn’s building for a tour of the second penthouse and several other apartments that might suit. I’d given him a key to the apartment I shared with Elizabeth so he could see the floor plan. When Quinn and I arrived, we found Elizabeth and Nico caught in a moment.

And, by moment, I mean they were just about to maul each other.

Basically, Elizabeth was in her underwear because she was in the midst of a panty dance party. Nico, having come upon her, looked like he was going to throw her down on the nearest surface and
charisma
a promise of marriage out of her.

And, by charisma, I mean
use staggering sex appeal and raw emotion until she surrendered.

It might have worked if not for our interruption.

Now, Elizabeth and I were alone, as Quinn and Nico had been dismissed. I was the one who did the dismissing because I knew my best friend.

As soon as I saw her trying to hide her body—from Nico—behind a pair of throw pillows, I knew something major was amiss. As I watche
d her interact with Nico, I realized she was drowning in a kerfuffle sea of self-imposed angst and neuroticism.

I
’d never seen her so discombobulated, and I’d definitely never seen her make such an overt and violent attempt at modesty. She’d never been modest, not as long as I had known her.

We needed to talk.

“Nico. Mr. Manganiello.” I said. “He’s nice.”

“
Yeah. He’s nice.” She sighed, appeared to be lost in a labyrinth of thoughts. Abruptly she asked, “When did you get back from Boston?”

“
Just today, this morning actually. Nico called Quinn last night and made arrangements to meet us today, to arrange private security, and that’s when I suggested his family move into the second penthouse.” I walked to her phone, scrolled through the selection of boy band albums. I was stalling because I was trying to find a way to steer the conversation back to Nico. “Have you abandoned your plans with the Dr. Ken Miles?”

Dr. Ken Miles was the latest guy Elizabeth was fooling herself into sleeping with.
She hadn’t slept with him yet, but this was her modus operandi ever three years or so. Since college, I’d watched as she forced herself to become interested in a guy, usually someone who was hot as Hades but lacked depth: a Gooch.

Predictably, she
’d sleep with Mr. Random Gooch then lose interest. I came to understand that she only pursued men who were shallow Gooches because then her feelings would never grow beyond shallow.

But Nico was not shallow. And if Elizabeth had feeling
s for Nico, then she was probably freaking out.

“
No, not really. Not yet. Maybe. I don’t know.” Her non-answer fueled my suspicion.

I waited for a moment, unsure how to proceed, then blurted
, “Nico seems like a really nice person.”

She cleared her throat
. I could feel her staring on me. “You already said that.”

“
Yes. I just wanted to reiterate the fact that he is a really nice person.”

“
And why do you want to reiterate that fact?”

I turned, met her eyes, and debated how much to say. I believed Nico when he said he loved her. I also, as I may have m
entioned already, liked Nico. Elizabeth’s history would make it difficult for them to move beyond the hurdle of his depth of character and real feelings.

I
’d been so preoccupied with Quinn and me and the wedding planning that I hadn’t even noticed the change in Elizabeth. She’d been there for me, without fail, since we met. She’d counseled me, guided me, given me advice, allowed me to talk through my weirdness and work through my issues. Yet, she’d never really needed the same from me in return.

I was determined help.

I finally settled on, “Because I’m ninety-seven percent certain he is in love with you.”

She continued staring at me, her anxiety clearly evident as she said,
“Why ninety-seven percent?”

“
A three percent confidence interval is standard.”

“
Why would you think he’s in love with me?” Her tone was defensive, as though she felt guilty.

“
You know what I’m talking about,” I said, wanting her to stop pretending that she didn’t know.

“
No, I don’t.”

“
Yes, you do. He’s
the
guy. He’s the guy from Iowa, Garrett’s best friend. He’s the one that you were friends with as kids, then hated, then didn’t hate, then lost your virginity to. I just met him this afternoon, and I, the queen of missing the obvious, couldn’t help but notice. He talked about you basically nonstop, Quinn found it irritating, but I thought it was charming. Also, he looks at you like he wants…well, like he
wants
.”

My tirade only served to make her breathless.
“What did he say?” she asked, looking more alarmed with each passing second.

I thought about telling her that he flat-out admitted he was in love with her, but decided against it.

I wanted to help Elizabeth, not frighten her away from someone who so obviously cared about her and so obviously was worthy of her care in return—obvious even to me.

“
He talks about you like you invented penicillin. Like you—like you’re an angel. It’s rather disconcerting, to be honest.”

She
frowned; it was a very sad frown. “Because I’m so awful?”

“
No. You’re not awful; what a ridiculous thing to say.” I’m sure I was scowling, and my annoyance was obvious. I was annoyed by her assumption, but I was also annoyed with myself. Instead of being there for Elizabeth, I’d been planning a wedding I didn’t even want.

Eventually I
said, “It’s disconcerting because he’s so smitten, and you don’t—well, you know. You don’t have relationships, after what happened with Garrett.”

She covered her face with her hands like she couldn
’t stand anyone looking at her. “Oh, Janie, I don’t know what to do.”

This behavior
worried me. I walked to where she sat on the couch and sank down close to her, placing my hand on her back. “What’s wrong? Did I say something wrong?”

“
No, but I’ve really missed you.” She sniffled like she was going to cry.

My heart twist
ed in my chest at the sadness of her tone.

Thank goodness I
’d come to my senses and thrown the bet to Quinn by depantsing him on the plane. Thank goodness I’d chosen to be happy now instead of postponing my happiness indefinitely. Thank goodness Katherine seemed content to take the wedding reins away from me, because I needed to focus on what was important.

Like living and working through
real
struggles with Quinn, not manufacturing stress.

Like forming lasting relationships with my in-laws.

Like enjoying giving and receiving support from my friends.

And, right this minute, Elizabeth needed my support.