Chapter 15
ANDREW
Recovering from almost dying isn’t as easy as I thought.
The mental exhaustion I feel after handling the responding police, the tow truck and the taxi that ultimately brought us back to the estate had me damn near drained, dragging my ass, and—more importantly, Nancy's—up the stairs to the second level of the main house, heading back to our bedroom with little energy left in me to do anything but admire the woman I carry all the way there in my arms.
She looks soft right now. Softer tonight than ever—exhausted, herself, from the whole ordeal.
And if she were a different woman, and I a different man…
I might do something crazy, something insane.
Something like telling her how f*****g great she looks in that dress—the one currently hanging onto every small curve.
Wi
