A trace of reluctance flashed within his cold, dark eyes before Andrew finally opened his mouth, as if it were difficult for him to physically admit.
"Annelise Thompson, that's her name, it only works when she sleeps next to me."
Shawn, whose lips had been smiling faintly, suddenly stiffened.
Annelise?
Was it that Annelise Thompson?
It had to be her; he'd seen her at the Sterling Enterprises the other day.
"What's with that face, do you know her?"
Raising his head, he caught the suspicion on Andrew's ever-rigid face, and he shook his head.
"Nah, the name sounded quite familiar."
In this world, everyone had their deepest secrets that they keep from their closest friends. He knew Andrew had his, and he didn't pry into them—he had his too.
"So, this Annelise, have you proven you're able to sleep every time she's around?"
Andrew snorted lightly. "Only when she isn't giving me a fucking headache."
'Annelise Thompson, open this door right now!'
