Chapter 62: Nolan

"I got a phone call that we had an emergency call and I had to go," he said slowly.

"Before that?"

Nolan frowned, trying to recall. That had been a particularly rough morning. The hangover had slowed him down, plus he hadn't wanted to leave.

She leaned toward him and lowered her voice. "You seriously don't remember reaching over me to answer my phone?"

"I answered my phone."

"The second time, but the first time you answered my phone." She jabbed her finger at her collar bone. "You spent five minutes arguing with my father about why he was calling you."

"Oh, fuck." Nolan rubbed his hand across his face. He was conditioned to wake up from a deep sleep to the sound of his phone. He'd answered more than a few calls without his mind fully engaged. "I am-fuck. I'm sorry."

Booze and good sex must have really knocked him out harder than he realized if his memory of that morning was this hazy. Was it possible there was more he didn't recall?

"Just stay away from my father if at