"MY HUSBAND?!"
The words tumbled out of Lana before she could stop them, sharp enough to make Andrew almost choke on the sip of soda he had just taken. The library was hushed around them, tables lined with exhausted students bent over books, yet her voice still managed to carry, drawing a few irritated glances from nearby.
She barely noticed. Her wide eyes darted from the bag on the table to the random stranger who had delivered it then back again.
"Who did you say asked you to deliver it again?"
"Your husband," he repeated, looking bored of whatever spectacle Lana had to display. "Since I've done my part, now excuse me."
He was gone in a flash, Lana looking at the bag and Andrew's startled face, her brows furrowing.
Andrew coughed, waving his hand as if to calm the storm of attention they'd drawn. "Did I hear right?"
