“Oh, by the way…” Andrew paused for a moment, then continued, “You don’t have to worry about Grandma. I already called her and kept everything quiet. She doesn’t know a thing.”
“Just stay here and focus on getting better. I’ll look after you. There’s nothing you need to stress about.”
Shirley listened, then worked up the energy to speak. Her lips trembled a little as she whispered, “Thank you.”
“Thank me? For what?” Andrew dragged a chair over and sat right next to her. The familiar, playful smile crept back on his face as he edged a little closer. “Taking care of my girlfriend is part of the job, right?”
Shirley’s pale cheeks suddenly filled with warmth. She ducked her head and mumbled, “What are you even talking about?”
He leaned in, suddenly looking serious. His eyes locked on hers. “Let’s give us a shot. I promise, you won’t regret it.”
Her long lashes quivered. She glanced up at him, barely breathing. “Andrew, we just… don’t fit together.”
“What do you mean we don’t fit?” Andrew’s voice rose, just a little bit desperate now. “Everything I said on that stage, I meant every word. If anyone’s not good enough here, it’s me for you.”
He forced a little smile, his eyes sparkling. “Anyway, everyone in Cabinda knows I’m after you. Kind of hard to back out now, don’t you think?”
Shirley started to protest, but nothing came out. She just looked at him, totally at a loss.
She was pretty sure Andrew was doing this on purpose. And honestly, she had the evidence.
He scooted even closer and gently reached for her hand. His face was bright red, his voice soft and shaky. “Be my girlfriend, Shirley. Please.”

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