Darya was going through the grocery store with her security agents on her heels as she looked for junk food. She was in a terrible mood. Kostas had said he would be home around sixish, and she hadn’t complained knowing he didn’t make the money he made resting on his laurels. However, going home to an empty house, especially one without the dogs since he took them both to work with him, felt yucky.
She had left the offices where she and the girls were working because of the tension. Despite apologizing to Magda, the woman had shot her irritated glances all day long. It had not been her intention to make her upset. Magda had played off on Sunday afternoon when it was only the four of them together, the week hadn’t been so bad and even though she wanted to go home, Alvar Caputo hadn’t been a
