“So, you’re a venture capitalist instead,” she said.
His sharp glance at her was gratifying, and an amused smile tugged at his lips. He turned to Kingston, “I like this one.”
An opening.“AreyouSidewinder’s new owner?”
“I’m a partner at Last Chance, Inc.,” he said. “Last Chance owns Sidewinder Golf.”
“So you do own it.”
“One of four. I only occasionally consult on the project.”
“Then who’s the owner?”
“Last Chance.”
Nicole kept her gaze level, but inside, she was rolling her eyes so hard that she saw her own brain. “And who owns Last Chance?”
“Jericho Parr, Mitchell Saltonstall, myself, and a silent investor,” Morrissey said.
Nicole looked askance at him with a tilt of her head and a stare from under her eyelashes. “Silent investors are always shady.”
His prim smile was pressed and small. “I couldn’t agree more.”
“And who’s making the decisions for Sidewinder?”
“We’re all on the hook if Sidewinder fails.”
“But there’s one owner who’s in charge.”
“Yes.”
“The silent one.”
Morrissey drew the word out, but he was still smiling. “Yes.”
“Can I meet the owner?”
“He’s shy.”
“So it’s the silent investor, who isn’t so silent if he’s making decisions for Sidewinder.”
“I’m afraid I’m not at liberty to discuss this matter further.”
Yeah, this guy was a lawyer, all right. “Do you often meet Kingston’s dates?”
“Not often,” Morrissey said. “Only once, five years ago.”
“And what happened to her?”
This time, the sharp glance was at Kingston before Morrissey answered Nicole. “It didn’t work out.”
“Because—”
“Because she was too immature to let Kingston have his quirks. Everyone who grows up in boarding school is a bit—odd.We’re overly reliant on our friends, and none of us had proper parental figures.”
Kingston’s fork clattered on his plate.“Morrissey,”Kingston said, his low hiss a warning.
Nicole glanced at Kingston. His face was immobile as stone, eyes locked on Morrissey.
