“Andy,” Kat hissed urgently, but Andy’s feet were blocks of cement, too heavy to lift.
Then Sharpe smiled, and Andy knew that smile, had seen it a hundred, a thousand times from his father, from his father’s friends and associates. That was the smile of a man who had encountered an unexpected roadblock, and was about to bring out the big guns and get really vicious. And it was aimed at Scooter.
Andy was moving before he even thought about it, pushing through the swinging door and ducking around the counter to pull up at Scooter’s side. “Hey, sorry I slept so late,” he said, and he shot a coy look at Sharpe from under his lashes before giving Scooter exactly the sort of devoted, adoring gaze that he’d perfected to keep Nick’s jealousy at bay. “I was all worn out after last night.”
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