The stress from Tyler's meeting with Nicole was still strong as he shut the door to his study behind him.
He paced the length of the room with his hands clenched, trying to calm the storm inside.
What had changed to make things so hard? What did Nicole do to get under his skin so badly?
He sat down in the chair behind his desk and leaned forward, putting his elbows on his knees and looking at the floor with his hands clasped in front of him.
It was hard for him to concentrate because thoughts of their argument kept coming back to him.
Nicole not following him, her anger, and the way she questioned him. I found it annoying.
He saw that things had always been this way. Something about Nicole had bothered him since he first met her. She was not like any other woman, especially the o
