The door jostles from the outside. He snaps, I think, in the only way he’ll let himself. He wants me. That much is clear. But he doesn’t want to want me for whatever reason. Because he’s working for me, or he thinks it’s too close to my breakup, or he’s got some issues of his own he needs to tackle first, I don’t know. But I do know Andre Valenti wants me. And he makes that abundantly clear with his next words.
