The moment Rowan's flight landed in Seaborne, he headed straight for Jameson Tech.
Andrea stood before his desk, delivering her latest report. "I'm absolutely certain Lyra recognized me. When I offered to drive her car, she didn't ask a single question. She just hopped in the passenger seat and let me take the wheel."
Rowan frowned. Lyra wasn't the type to blindly follow orders. "Are you telling me she thought you were some handsome guy and just swooned into the car?"
"No," Andrea said flatly. "Lyra doesn't even like you. Why would she like me?"
Standing nearby, Wesley Wade tried to figure out if that was an insult or a compliment. The blunt statement had completely silenced Rowan.
Andrea continued her explanation. "I caught her when she fainted. She definitely knows I'm a woman."
Wesley gave Andrea's entirely flat chest a dubious look, wondering if she possessed any self-awareness whatsoever.
Rowan leaned back in his leather chair, shifting his attention to the documents Wesley had placed on his desk.
Andrea, however, wasn't finished. "There's something else that's bothering me. When Caleb's wife collapsed, Waylon Grayson reacted way too intensely. A guy with his personality should have just dialed 911. Panicking like that isn't his style."
Rowan immediately caught her implication. "Are you suggesting Waylon was just trying to play the hero to score points with Lyra?"
"No..." Andrea sighed, realizing her boss had a serious case of romantic paranoia. She was aiming in a completely different direction. "I'm suggesting Waylon might be having an affair with Caleb's wife."
Rowan effortlessly signed his name on a contract. "As long as it's not my problem, I don't care. I have zero interest in whoever is putting horns on Caleb's head."
His only concern was making sure he wasn't the one getting played.

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