— What, just standing there? Sit down, don’t waste my time, she said, her voice cool and steady.
— You? Ethan choked out.
Valerie gave a small smile.
— Surprised to see me?
— You can’t… he mumbled.
— Ethan, if you’ve got a business offer, let’s hear it. If not, I’m busy.
Ethan sat, glancing at Andrew, who lounged in the corner with a coffee mug. He knew he was outmatched. Valerie knew all about his failures.
— Forget this! he shouted, bolting out and slamming the door.
Valerie raised an eyebrow at the door. Andrew walked over.
— Don’t sweat it. I’ll track him down and talk. We’ll sort it out—he’s got no leverage. Plus, we’ll revive your mother-in-law’s Springfield shop before our wedding.
Valerie smiled, resting her head against his arm. She trusted Andrew completely: when he made a promise, he kept it.