usâyouâd rather be rock climbing.â
Bryan threw his hands up. âYouâre jealousââ
âJealous?â Debbie sounded flabbergasted.
âOf George. We went to the Climbing Wall.â
âGeorge? Nancyâs friend?â Debbie paused. Nancy winced. Then Debbie surprised her. âSheâs nice, Bryan. More your type. I donât mean to hurt you, but we just donât have that much in common.â
Nancy had heard enough. The conversation had nothing to do with her case. She turned to leave.
âItâs since the robbery that we suddenly donât have anything in commonââ Bryan said. Nancy froze in her tracks.
âLetâs not get into that again. Iâve heard enough about the theft of Michaelâs painting from Nancy. Sheâs been following me as if Iâm a suspectâand I know she suspects you, too,â Debbie warned.
Bryan narrowed his eyes. âWhy do you say that?â
âQuestions sheâs been asking. Anyway, I donât want to talk about the robbery now.â
With that Debbie turned and walked off toward the kitchen. Nancy watched as Bryan marched right up to George and pulled her onto the dance floor. It was a slow tune, and Bryan wrapped his arms around George, pulling her close.
âHey, I thought he was dating Debbie?â Nedâs voice made Nancy turn around.
âNot anymore.â
âThat was sudden.â
âWasnât it?â Nancy said, wondering what kind of person Bryan was. First, he dated Rina, then switched to Debbie. Then minutes after Debbie dumped him, he was coming on strong to George. Did he really like George? Or did he think by making friends with George heâd have an inside track into Nancyâs investigation.
Ned didnât give her much time to think about it. The music had changed and the band was playing a Charleston. âLetâs cut some rug,â Ned said, using twenties slang badly.
Nancy blew out her breath. Part of her wanted to see where Debbie had gone. Another part wanted to hang out with George and Bryan to figure what Bryan was up to. Instead she opted to dance with Ned. âYouâre on, Nickerson,â she said, pulling him onto the dance floor. Nancy let herself forget all about her investigation and threw herself into a wild Charleston.
Ned matched his energy to hers and soon they were the only couple on the dance floor. The whole room was clapping and cheering them on. When the music ended, the crowd roared. Nancy sagged into Nedâs arms and grinned.
âWeâre some team!â he shouted into her ear.
Nancy was smiling so hard she thought her face might break. George, Chris, and Brook forced their way up to Nancy and thumped her on the back. âGreat dancing, Nan,â George crowed. Nancy looked past Georgeâs shoulder, expecting Bryan.
âWhereâs Bryan?â
âPhone callâ was all Nancy heard. Did that mean he had made or received one? Nancy headed for the foyer.
Bryan was on the hall phone, his back to the room. Nancy joined the line outside the ladiesâ room. âAll right!â he shouted enthusiastically into the receiver. He pumped one fist into the air. âMonday night. My future is made.â
Mondayâthat was when Bryan was having dinner with art collector Ian Sanders. Was he planning to sell First Kiss to Sanders? Nancy hoped to hear more, but Bryan hung up and joined a group of guys on the porch.
Hours later the band played its last song. The lights were turned out, but Nancy and Ned still swayed in the circle of each otherâs arms. âI hate to spoil a good thing,â Ned murmured, âbut in case Ms. Sherlock Holmes hasnât noticed, the music has stopped.â
âThe band, Ned, not the music,â Nancy whispered into the white linen of Nedâs jacket.
âAnd to think,â Ned said huskily, âonly this afternoon I thought Iâd