Summer’s POV
I forced myself to keep walking.
I refused to look back.
I refused to stand there wondering why Andrew Knight had looked at me that way.
I refused to analyze the fact that he had remembered my name.
It meant nothing.
Absolutely nothing.
He was the owner of the company.
He probably knew more employees than I realized.
Maybe he had seen my name on a project.
Maybe my supervisor had mentioned me at some point.
Maybe he had simply remembered it from one of the many company events I had attended over the past two years.
There were countless explanations.
I didn’t need to create a mystery where there wasn’t one.
Besides, I had more important things to think about.
Like my divorce.
Like the fact that I had just spent the other day sitting across from Ethan while we di
