Andy had ignored the dozen or so calls buzzing from his cell phone, which lay on the leather passenger seat beside him. The phone had lit up minutes after he’d driven away from the estate. He knew who was calling: his mother, or rather, Jules, ordered by his mother. But Andy was having none of it. He realized then that he needed to do his homework and keep his distance from Alexis or she’d cloud his good sense and have him taking her to his bed, testing how wild she could be. He needed to stay focused because his father and Senator Johnston were up to something, and whatever it was meant billions and a union that would create a powerful dynasty. It always came down to money, power, and politics, but what Andy couldn’t shake as of late was that the closeness he had once shared with his fath
