CHAPTER 23
The restaurant was unlike any place Andrew usually frequented. It was smaller, quieter, and far too simplistic for his refined tastes. He surveyed the modest decor with a skeptical eye and couldn’t suppress his disbelief.
“…This is where we’re eating?” he asked, glancing at Nancy with an incredulous eyebrow raised.
Unfazed, she met his gaze with a steady resolve. “Yes.”
Victoria, already seated, gestured for him to join them. “Sit down.”
“I have much better places,” he muttered, scanning the bare walls adorned with unassuming art.
“And yet, here you are,” Nancy quipped, amusement flickering in her eyes.
With a resigned sigh, Andrew lowered himself into the chair, his towering presence imposing even in this relaxed environment. “…I’ve lost control of my own life.”
Nancy
