The front door clicked behind him, a soft sound that felt louder than it should in the expansive hall of Tina's mansion. Tina froze mid-step, her icy blue eyes narrowing in anticipation, silver hair catching the last rays of sunlight like a halo. There he was—Andrew. Her Andy. The man who made her chaotic, impulsive heart stumble every single time. And the scent hit her immediately. Sweet honey. Warm, sticky, magnetic. His pheromones swirled in the air, teasing her nose, demanding attention even before she saw him clearly.
"Andy…"
