Sam doesn't come out of the car when he drops me off at my house. Probably in a hurry to go home to his band of partners.
I shrug my jacket off, nodding at Enzo as he rushes to stand up from his seat in the foyer. "Boss." He straightens his suit.
I haven't seen Kayla since giving her breakfast two days ago. As I thought, she was asleep during the short time I was back
at the house, and then I was torturing Campbell for two days.
"Attorney Garcia-Diaz dropped this off, sir." He hands me a brown envelope, and I open it right away, eyeing the prenup.
"Great. Has everything been alright? Did you talk to Kayla?"
He shakes his head. "She didn't need anything, sir. I've just been here. Daniel has been the one going up to feed her and that's it. He's up there now."
The way he says his last sentence triggers something in me. It didn't sound like he just brought her food two minutes ago. It sounds like my cook has been up there for a while.
"How long ago did he go up?"
