Chapter 24
ANDREW
I need to hear Nancy say it.
Need to hear her say the three words that will put me out of my misery.
The three words that will release me from this prison of my own making.
I remember a time when those three words we used most frequently with each other were “I hate you” or “We need ice”—words that only passed between us at the bar when we were serving or tending or keeping or bugging the hell out of each other.
Now, we’re somewhere different. Or somewhere the same.
Or maybe both.
Either way, I know I need the words to come out of her lips the second the BMW is parked in front of the estate.
And even though I’ve told her everything—explained how I got the loan for the bar, detailed every single segment of Frank’s ridiculous plan that I had no intention of ever f*
