Maya's POV

No.

Freaking. Way.

"Andrew?" I whispered.

Leaning against the car with arms folded, there was a most awful and cocky grin on his face-a grin that I had not seen almost all year! Unmoving, I gripped the door handle as if it were going to save me from drowning in shock.

"Hey, Maya," he said hoarsely.

"What the hell?" I muttered, turning toward Theresa. "You never told me it was him."

She shrugged. "Well, surprise."

For that, I gave her a death glare. "Are you serious ...