Andrew Cross grinned. He’d been expecting the phone call. “I recognize the number, Denise. What can I do for you?” “I have to ask you a personal question.” “Have to, Denise? If there’s someone holding a gun to your head give me a cue and I’ll send a SWAT team around.” Here was one complaint...
Obviously, she needed to be a heck of a lot more careful. Her plan had been to fly under the radar with Andrew, staying as much out of his way as possible, not giving him any reasons for pitching a fit. If she could avoid it and still live with herself. Well, she’d certainly screwed that plan u...