“Mr. Hamilton,” the maid lowers her head and her voice trembles.
She’s afraid that Lance is going to punish her for allowing Andrea to get up from the sofa. Andrea grimaces with pain as she walks toward the door.
“What are you talking about?” she asks unhappily.
Lance ignores her question.
“What are you doing up when your waist is injured?” he asks and then smirks, Did you miss me?”
With one large step he crosses the doorway and gathers Andrea in his arms.
“I don’t ever miss you,” Andrea says acidly, “Are you having delusions again? If you are I recommend a quick trip to the hospital. Clearly, your condition is worsening.”
Robert and the maid gasp. They can’t believe Mrs. Hamilton is talking to Mr. Hamilton in such a way and they’re terrified to see his reaction, but Lance rema
