Thursday. Grimaldi Place, Chevy Chase, MD.
NOLAN OPENED THE FRIDGE, but it was empty.
"Who took the last water out of here?" He turned to glare at Brenden and Grant standing at the breakfast bar. "The rule is whoever takes the last has to refill the God damn fridge."
Grant stared back at him. "You need to check your tone."
"f**k you," Nolan muttered under his breath.
He grabbed the case of bottled water and began filling the door with the bottles.
When he'd finally crashed after another run to de-stress, he'd hoped that a little sleep would ease the anger and frustration knotting his back. Instead he'd woken with knots so tight it hurt to breathe.
All because of Yvonne.
He'd trusted her to be the reasonable one. The rational asset who wouldn't take unnecessary risk. And she was the
