Chapter 7
NANCY
Five hours, one expensive hotel suite and two whiskeys later, I lie awake in the middle of an unruffled king-sized bed Andrew has paid for, wondering how the hell I can justify the mess I know I’ll be walking into.
A week has taken place in the space of twelve hours.
Twelve hours ago, I was sane…
At least, a large part of me was.
The part that still had a business. A potential boyfriend. And half a brain.
Now, I’ll be lucky if I have any of those three come daylight.
My phone on Do Not Disturb, I starfish out on the bed with nothing but the mini-bar’s selection, the soft sounds of forties film White Heat and my own memories of tonight to keep me company.
It’s not enough that the most aggravating man on the planet looks like a cross between heaven and the devil in o
