“I thought you were good at guessing,” Nathan said, his deep voice steady, yet dismissive. “But you’ve disappointed me. I don’t fit into either category you just mentioned. If you’re curious about me, let me save you some time—don’t bother. A man like me is a puzzle you’ll only get lost trying to solve.”

The bartender approached, placing a glass of orange juice on the counter. “Sir, your orange juice,” he announced with a polite nod.

Nathan took the glass without a ...