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Andrew released a long breath. She wanted to call him out, to question why he’d sent Tom away. She didn’t get a chance.

Andrew told her everything she needed to know with his kiss. He gripped her cheeks between his hands, placed his lips on hers and the world brightened with crystal-clear focus.

Her bloody heart gave up the fight. It surrendered a very large part to Andrew Shaw and it was pointless to try to hold on to it.

Chapter6

Andrew heard the mail fall through the slot in the front door. Rising from the couch, he walked to the foyer to retrieve it. Amy stretched out on the cushions, looking relaxed, happy. Last night’s trip to Velvet Chains had opened his eyes to some fairly hard truths.

While he didn’t mind sharing Amy with Tom, he’d never repeat the experience. In the past, he’d preferred the threesomes of the club, allowing Tom to do the lion’s share of coddling and cuddling as he directed the sex play. Tom had handled the emotional side of sex, complimenting their partners, putting them at ease with friendly comment and kisses.

Andrew had never taken that role, happy to remain detached while getting his rocks off. Last night, the roles had been reversed. He had seen the look of surprise on Tom’s face when Andrew pulled Amy away from him. Tom would no doubt be calling at some point to question him at length about who exactly Amy was and what she meant to him.

Problem was Andrew didn’t have any goddamn answers. Not a single fucking one. His heart was engaged, but it didn’t matter. He’d received an email that morning, informing him of a meeting in Los Angeles he’d have to attend the following afternoon. He was going back to work and Amy was going home next week. So that was it. Game over. End of story.

Bending over, he picked up the mail, flipping through the junk and bills. Then he spotted a plain white envelope with just Amy’s name on it, written in Harper’s handwriting. Curious, Andrew opened the door and glanced down the street, wondering where the letter had come from. He spotted Mrs. Haskiell, the elderly lady across the street, walking back into her house. Harper often looked in on the older lady, who had recently been widowed. Had she delivered the letter?

He dumped the rest of the mail in the basket by the door and carried Amy’s letter back to the living room.

“There’s something here for you. From Harper.”

Amy brightened and sat up. “For me? Really? Cool.” She took the envelope, tore it open and pulled out what appeared to be two tickets. Then she started laughing.

“What is it?”

Amy flashed the baseball tickets at him. “I think this is my surprise from Harper. We got into a fight once over which sport was better—cricket or baseball. Apparently your sister decided I need to experience the sport firsthand in order to make an educated decision.”

Andrew grinned as he recalled the final two texts he’d sent to Harper last night. He’d been bored out of his mind at dinner with the advertisers and thinking nonstop about his lovely Aussie houseguest. Without Harper’s uncharacteristic impulsiveness, he never would have met Amy, so he’d thrown a dog a bone and written Harper back, giving in—as much as he could.

Fine. Have it your way. I won’t keep hassling you about where you are. But I won’t stop worrying. I can’t. It’s what I do, right?

He was annoyed as hell at Harper for taking off without telling him, but he had to appreciate the fact she’d brought Amy into his life. Even so, he’d decided to tweak his sister and get a bit of revenge, so he’d texted her one last line.

Just remember when you get home, YOU told me to be nice to Amy.

Harper could make what she wanted of that. Then his brain engaged and he frowned. “She sent you two tickets?”

Amy nodded. “Weird, right? I’ll have to text her to see if she had someone specific in mind for me to go with. Maybe she’s setting me up on a blind date.”

Andrew scowled. “Doesn’t matter if she is. You’re going to that game with me.”

“Maybe. Maybe not. They’re my tickets. I can go with anybody I want to.”

He tugged on her ankle, pulling her beneath him on the couch, enjoying her teasing. “Give me the ticket, Amy.”

“What will you give me in return?”

“What do you want?” At that moment, there was very little he wouldn’t offer his sexy little Aussie.

“Another lesson? More drilling?”

He laughed. “Drilling sounds good.” He leaned closer and kissed her. He’d never been much for kissing, but there was something irresistible about Amy’s lips, the way she played with the hair at the nape of his neck and her quiet murmurs. She approached the act the way she did most things—she dove in headfirst with boundless enthusiasm and energy.

She was a breath of fresh air after months of sucking in nothing but pollution. It was going to be hell saying goodbye to her tomorrow.

He pushed the thought away. They still had today and he was going to make it count.

Amy lifted her legs and wrapped them around his waist, pressing her pussy against his erection. Both of them had donned lightweight sweatpants and t-shirts this morning. Going for comfort as they’d elected to enjoy a lazy day at home.