Andrew carried Aspen to the second-floor bedroom, moving quickly but gently. He planned to try every alternative method he knew to help her sweat out the drug. Only if all else failed would he consider the final option—one that involved getting directly involved himself.

Downstairs, Tiana glanced at Jameson and let out a cold, pointed laugh. "At least that boy isn't greedy. If it were certain other men, I bet they'd jump at the chance, turn it into an all-out orgy, and call it charity."

Jameson's face turned bright red with irritation. He wanted to snap back and ask her why she was so blunt. However, with the two girls present, he forced a strained smile instead.

He cleared his throat and said, "Lauren, Fran, this place really is lovely. Why don't you show me around?"

Grateful for the change of subject, Lauren and Francesca eagerly led him off on a tour of the villa.

Tiana, hands folded neatly into the sleeves of her dress, tilted her head and stared up toward the second floo