8Warmth spread through me. I stepped back, stopping the doors from closing. Self-preservation. I’d have suffocated if I’d been shut inside. I moved back farther, into the hallway.
Andy followed me off the elevator. The doors closed behind him. “Casey,” he said again. He rubbed a hand over his hair. The brown strands were peppered with gray.
I swallowed. “Hi, Andy.” My voice sounded pleasant enough. It was huskier than usual, but he wouldn’t know that.
He grinned. Then sighed and shook his head. “I had a whole speech ready. What I was going to say when I saw you. Now, I see you. And hell if I can remember one word.”
I wanted to look away from him, but I couldn’t. He was fifty-one, leaner than he had been in San Sal. Less beer? More authority, certainly. I remembered how he used to redde
