Fiona POV
Ice cream in hand, I flop down on the couch, take a bite of chocolatey goodness, and turn on the TV for a distraction. Anger and confusion fill me, making even my ice cream taste bad.
Nolan shouldn’t have been so angry. Yes, I was only twenty minutes late returning from lunch, but it wasn’t on purpose. Besides, I’ve been working late for the last few days, which should earn me a bit of leniency.
But no. He jumped down my throat the first chance he had.
I take another bite of ice cream and flip through the channels. He even berated me about my attitude. I’ve been a bit tired over the last few days from working late, but I don’t think there’s anything wrong with my attitude.
The person who has an issue is Chloe. Not me.
Though, like any doting father, he probably won’t fi
