Chapter 24

When he made it into the kitchen, Nathan made himself a cup of tea, which he couldn’t manage to drink, went into the living room to rest on the couch, and waited for the doorbell to ring.

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The buzz of his doorbell startled Nathan awake. Blinking rapidly, he struggled to remember where the hell he was.

Barnaby.

Wiping his hand across his face, he rose and hobbled to the front door, but not before the doorbell buzzed several more times. He peered out through the peephole expecting to see his little bleached blond obsession. Instead, he saw someone with carefully coiffed sandy blond hair.

Okay, not Barnaby. So, Travis had sent someone else after all. He pushed aside his weird sense of disappointment and opened the door.