Apprehension and embarrassment formed a complex ball in his gut, a reminder of his heinous actions. Any buoyancy he felt waking up next to Olivia faded with each throb of his swollen jaw, courtesy of Frank’s ham-sized fists. It’d only been a day since he stumbled into this building, but it seemed like a year. This morning, he felt every one of his forty-four years. Exhaustion pressed on his shoulders, making him a hundred pounds heavier, and he was not looking forward to facing the crew. Thank God Olivia hadn’t found any six a.m. meetings nearby to take him to. He wasn’t sure he wanted to deal with that as well as the shit-show he was about to walk into and the ass-kissing required. Sucking in a bracing breath, Duncan walked through the open bay door and kept his head down. After tossing his duffel in his locker, he ambled into the kitchen where Frank and Alex were bent over steaming mugs of coffee and joined them at the table. “Nice shiner,”
