Chapter 32

His building was different from Ford’s in that instead of a large, renovated warehouse, he rented space with multiple businesses, including laser hair removal and a spiritual healer who sold essential oils. Not ten minutes after he arrived, sitting at his desk, working through scenarios in his head about Candace, his office line rang.

“Wen Security, Andrew Wen speaking.”

“Aren’t you adorably professional. Don’t you have a secretary?”

Ford

Andrew couldn’t help but smile—and since when did Isaac Ford have that kind of instant reaction on him? “All lines redirect to my phone until Candace gets in. And if you ever call her my secretary to her face, she will punch you.”

Ford chuckled.

“I’m just waiting for Kevin,” Andrew said. “We’ll be on our way soon. And…” How exactly did he transition to—and my brother wants you over for dinner to prove you’re a no-good criminal and always will be?

“Don’t bother. We’re coming to you.”