Chapter 21
Andrew hesitated, searching her face, and nodded.
“Let’s hear it, then.”
“They’re yourfriends,” he pointed out. “I don’t know most of them.”
“Jeremy will be there,” Missy said.
“I like Jeremy,” Andrew agreed. “But I can’t spend the whole party talking to him.”
“That’s true.” Missy caressed Andrew’s face, smiling at the way he turned into her touch like a cat. “I could order you to not talk to anyone, I suppose.” She smiled a little wider at the faint flash of panic that crossed his face at the suggestion and paused to enjoy the surge of warmth in her belly that rose when he didn’t protest. Andrew hatedbeing silent; it was always a rush to know he loved her enough to submit to it. But it wasn’t a good solution for the situation, and so she relented. “No, that won’t work. I’d like them to be ourfriends, and you have to talk to them for that.”