Holland came into the house grumbling, yanking off his shirt and tossing it on a chair in his bedroom. Before arriving home, he called earlier, telling the caretaker, "Go home. You are released for the rest of the evening."
"But Sir, who will cook you dinner and give the lady her medicine?"
"I'll take care of my wife tonight."
Yes, Holland had hired a woman to cook, clean, and give Shay her medicine on the schedule as he had mapped out. But for some strange reason, he didn't want her around when he arrived home today.
He flopped back on his bed, stretching out laughing, saying. “Those cops are so stupid! Shay, where are you?!” He shouted.
She was in the bathroom taking a shower. Hearing the frustration in Holland's tone of voice, Shay shrank back up against the shower wall. While fe
