The next day, Andrea woke up still thinking about the gala. How could she forget the way Henry's hand had stayed on her waist all night, how he'd stepped between her and every man who'd tried to get too close and even the way his jaw had tightened when Richard Hartman's eyes had lingered on her too long.
Andrea pressed her hands against her face, her cheeks flushing hot even though she was alone in her room.
“This was getting dangerous, you let one man shatter you on your twenty-fourth birthday. You don’t get to let another one finish the job.”
She threw off the covers and was about to get dressed when she heard Henry's voice calling from downstairs.
"Andrea!"
She froze, “did he just call me by my real name. Not New girl?”
"Andrea, I need you down here!"
He sounded frustrated. She g
