Chapter 4Jace stared. His skin crawled at the sight of Paxton’s name on the drawer. What had he done? He pulled in a shuddering breath, crouched, and ripped the name strip off the drawer before stomping toward the supply closet.
“Jace? What’s wrong?” Andrea watched him with a frown.
“He…” He sucked in a breath. “He put the name on crooked!”
Andrea frowned. “What? Who?”
“Who?” His voice rose, and he took a calming breath to prevent himself from shouting. “Paxton, of course. I had it perfectly aligned, and he moved it.”
Andrea calmly watched him before nodding. “I see.”
He huffed and went into the supply closet, punching each letter in Paxton’s name with more force than necessary on the label maker.
“I’ll talk to him.” Andrea stood right outside the door watching him.
“No, it’ll only
