Chapter 8
Kyle woke to loud voices raised in anger. He shrank down under the covers, not quite burying his head in the blankets. His heart thudded almost painfully.
Not again.
Martin Ramirez’s voice rose above the others, sharp, deep, and particularly mean. He clenched his eyes tightly closed. After a few minutes, the voices lowered and then disappeared as if they had moved farther into the big house.
He blew out a breath. The house in the Pacific Heights part of San Francisco was amazing. A mansion, really. So many rooms Kyle hadn’t even counted them. When Dax first brought him there, he’d been awed by the archways and Spanish tile. In the backyard was a large Grecian pool. He’d had no idea Dax was so rich.
Then he found out the house didn’t belong to Dax, but rather his boss, Martin
