Just before bedtime, Andrew knocked on Caroline's door.

"About the competition..." he began.

"I'll handle it myself," Caroline cut in quickly.

Andrew frowned. "You don't need to put on a brave face. We have an agreement - I'll take responsibility."

His features looked much gentler in the soft lighting than they did at the office. He hardly looked like the mob boss people made him out to be.

She thought, I guess rumors aren't always right.

For a moment, she ...