Andy Friessen strode into his large mansion, letting the mahogany and glass door slam behind him. The black and white tiles were brightly polished, but he didn’t give it a second glance, nor did he acknowledge the maid currently vacuuming the central stairwell that wound its way up to the second floor.
He had a lot on his mind after watching his cousins, Brad, Jed, and Neil, drive out in two vehicles with Rodney, Becky, and Diana for their appointment with the Seattle neurologist. Andy had taken Danny home here with him.
He paused outside the grand library, where his office was, and listened to Danny’s babble, which was coming from the kitchen. He sidestepped and ran his hand through his cropped hair. He pushed open the kitchen door, and three pairs of eyes faced him. Laura, his slim, bl
