Lainey
I do not know what the hell they are saying in Ezra’s office, but whatever it is, it is taking too long and my stomach has been in knots for the last twenty minutes.
Nathan and Ezra alone in a room is never a good combination.
Especially after Nathan punched him.
I keep picturing it over and over, the crack of Nathan’s fist against Ezra’s face, and I cannot help thinking that it is going to come back to bite him.
Ezra does not forget things like that.
He buries them.
He stores them.
And then he chooses the worst possible moment to use them.
I pace Nathan’s living room for a while before I finally give up and go inside the kitchen to make coffee, because standing on the patio staring at the packhouse is not helping anything.
The kitchen is spotless and modern and nothing li
