CHAPTER 18
Morning came quietly, the soft light filtering through the curtains of Andrew’s penthouse, but he was already awake, lost in his thoughts.
Nancy came in soon after, carrying a steaming cup of coffee. “You didn’t sleep,” she observed, her tone dry as she set the cup in front of him.
Andrew glanced at her, one brow lifting. “I slept.”
“No, you didn’t,” she said, unimpressed.
“I rested,” he replied, calm, though a thread of defensiveness slipped through.
“That’s not the same thing,” she countered.
He accepted the cup, grateful for its warmth. “You’re very observant.”
“It’s my job,” Nancy said, tilting her head slightly.
He took a sip, letting the rich bitterness cut through the morning haze. “So you were watching me?”
She shrugged, a small smile touching her lips. “You as
