A hundred different thoughts, not one of them pleasant, whirled in Noah's mind as he paced the living room and waited impatiently for Lucy to return home.
About forty-five minutes had passed since he had left Thompson's residence. If Thompson and Lucy still found something to keep chatting about all this time, then they were very close indeed.
A storm of rage brewed inside him as he thought about how long Lucy had been lying to him. He knew it was impossible that she had bonded with Thompson recently, especially given how close they looked.
As he pictured the sight of Thompson and Lucy talking, it frustrated him that he had not been close enough to hear what they were saying.
He wished he had because he instinctively felt that Lucy would lie through her teeth about their relationshi
