"Fantastic!" Andy claps his hands in a jittery motion and rocks back on his heels.
Our eyes widen as our fate is sealed. No one's going to dare question him or voice any disagreement.
Then he's leaving. Thank you, God.
But just as he's about to turn, he stops and stares at me again.
"It's Lucy, right?" he practically growls.
I nod, throat tightening. "Y-yes, sir."
Those brown eyes bore into mine. "Consider this your one and only free pass, Lucy. I don't tolerate disrespect. Cross me again, and you'll be fired on the spot."
ONE YEAR LATER: PRESENT DAY
JP
I used to believe love was a distraction. An inconvenience. Love was for the weak-hearted, those still stuck in the pitiful illusion of the quintessential American dream, the white picket fence, and the two-and-a-half kids. It didn
