C47 CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN

He shrugs, looking slightly uncomfortable but trying to laugh it off. “You let something slip to a reporter one time,” he shakes his head and flashes a self-deprecating smile that gives me a glimpse of the dimple in his left cheek.

“Sorry,” I cringe. Now here I’m the one doing the prying.

“No, it’s okay.” He waves a hand. “I’m not really embarrassed or ashamed about it