Chapter 42

“Okay. But no mention of me, Ford, or Dalton Wellesley.”

“Wellesley?” she asked curiously. “Why not? Isn’t he the lead researcher on the project?”

“He is, just…avoid his name. Stick to Avalon, Vallancourt, any quotes about the research itself, but not him, okay? He’s a friend of mine, and I don’t want to risk him being targeted.” That was true without pointing any fingers between Dalton and Ford, right?

“Why would he be targeted?”

Shit. “Liv…”

“No more questions.” She held her hands up in surrender. “Thank you. Whatever else you might think of me, Andy, I really never wanted you to get hurt.”

His chest ached. “Just not enough to put me before your job.”

“If that makes me a bitch,” she shrugged, “I’m okay with that.”

“Wen!”

Andrew’s attention darted to the counter, and then back to Olivia. “For what it’s worth, I am happier. But don’t expect that to mean I’ll ever be happy to see you.”