Chapter 214

Anna's words were a bit too blunt. Andrew tilted his head slightly, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he studied her. There was something unreadable flashing through his eyes. "Oh, come on, sweetheart," he said, tossing her a playful wink, "don't sell yourself short. You've got some value—you're at least easy on the eyes." Right after that, he gave himself a little shake and rubbed his arms like he'd just given himself chills. "Yeah, should've just kept my mouth shut. Lying doesn't suit me." Anna had heard every word—couldn't not hear it when he was that close—and silently stabbed him in her mind with an imaginary knife. With her head a little downcast, she lazily waved him off. "If there's nothing else, I gotta bounce. Kinda swamped." "What, leaving already? I'm helping you out, you know." "Helping?" she echoed, clearly not buying it. The idea that he, someone who nearly got her killed, would lift a finger to help—not a chance. She gave him a sarcastic smile and said, "You