“Couldn’t you at least have put on a suit and tie?” Caroline whispered before turning and pasting a graceful smile on her face when Alexis walked into Andy’s library wearing a short black dress with a scoop neckline that outlined her curvaceous figure and pumps that showed off her sexy, long slim legs. Her dark, rich hair had been curled and hung in thick waves, her makeup was impeccable, and she carried herself as Andy imagined any politician’s daughter would.
Andy shot his mother a glare he hoped would scorch just a bit, and maybe she’d back off. But no, not Caroline. He should have known better, so he stalked over to the bar and lifted a crystal decanter, pouring himself a generous amount of bourbon. Caroline had called him out: He had made no effort to clean up, wearing his dark jeans
