Daisy's POV

So I hadn't misheard after all—Andrew had been the man standing behind me earlier.

His gaze met mine, alight with an amusement that unsettled me. For reasons I couldn't place, a strange pang of guilt twisted in my chest. I found myself stammering out an explanation, my voice barely above a murmur. "That was just a friend of mine. He kindly brought me to the hospital. That's all."

"Friend?" Andrew repeated the word lowly. Then, something indiscernible crossed ...