I shook my head, unable to find words.

Adrian took a deep breath. “Really, Dad? I come all the way here to see you, to ask you to give me some way to contact her… and this is all I get? That she’s better off not talking to me?” Looking at him, I had a feeling he was working very hard to stay calm and reasonable. Breaking into snarky Adrian retorts wouldn’t win him any ground, and he knew it.

Nathan looked startled. “Is that the only reason you came here?” It was clear from his tone that he thought it was a foolish reason.

Adrian bit his lip, probably again to hold back his true feelings. I was impressed at his control. “I also thought… well, that maybe you’d want to hear how I was doing. I thought you might be glad to know I was doing something useful.” I gasped.

For a moment, his father simply stared. Then, his confusion melted into one of those awkward laughs. “Ah. You’re joking. I was puzzled for a moment.”

“I’m done with this,” said Adrian.

In a flash, he downed his martini and was out of his seat, heading toward the door. Nathan continued eating undisturbed, but I was on my feet as well. It was only when I was halfway across the pub, trying to catch up with Adrian, that Nathan bothered to say anything else.

“Miss Sage?” Every part of me wanted to run after Adrian, but I paused to glance back at his father. Nathan had taken out his wallet and was flipping through a stack of bills. “Here. Allow me to pay you for your gas and your time.”

He held the cash out, and I almost laughed. Adrian had forced himself to come here for all sorts of reasons, money being one of them. He’d never gotten a chance to ask for it, yet here his father was, offering it up. I didn’t move.

“I don’t want anything from you,” I said. “Unless it’s an apology to Adrian.”

Nathan gave me another blank look. He seemed sincerely confused. “What do I have to apologize for?”

I left.

Adrian had either taken the stairs or immediately caught an elevator because there was no sign of him outside the pub. I went back up to the lobby and peered around anxiously. A bellman passed by, and I flagged him down.

“Excuse me. Where’s the nearest place you can smoke?”

He nodded back toward the front door. “Far side of the circle drive.”

I thanked him and practically ran outside. Sure enough, over in the designated smoking area, Adrian was leaning against an ornate fence in the shade of an orange tree, lighting up. I hurried over to him.

“Adrian,” I exclaimed. “Are you okay?”

He took a long drag on his cigarette. “Is that really a question you want to ask, Sage?”

“He was out of line,” I said adamantly. “He had no business saying any of that about you.”