Page 171 of Fierce Storm
“If you need anything, call out. Please. I’ll be at the kitchen table.”
“I will.”
“Thank you.” He kisses me again before turning around to leave, and I smile until he’s gone, already feeling the boredom set in.What the hell am I going to do for a few hours?
And why the hell didn’t I ask Sal to bring me my phone?
Chapter Forty-Seven
KEELEY
Istare at the patterned wallpaper in my apartment, my eyes blurring as the lines all swirl together. Anger consumes me. I thought I loved this apartment, but everything about it is driving me crazy.
It’s like a prison in here.
It’s been two days since I got home, and as predicted, I’m bored out of my mind. Nothing on TV is holding my interest. I don’t want to read any of my books.
For an hour, I had free rein over my phone until Sal realized what I was doing and confiscated it. “For your own good,” he claimed, getting a big fuck you in return.
When it hits hour forty-nine, Sal comes in from the kitchen, handing me a salad and a bottle of water, doing all that he can to ensure I stay still.
And I love him for it. Even if I do want to punch him in the face.
“Don’t hate me,” he begins and I stiffen, knowing exactly what’s coming.
“You’re going to the office.”
“I am.”
“I won’t hate you if you take me with you.”
“You know I can’t.”
“Didn’t your teacher ever tell you there’s no such thing as ‘can’t’? It’s ‘won’t try.’” I stare at him deadpan and he chuckles wholeheartedly.
“Keeley, you have so many things here to keep you entertained.”
“Oh, yeah. What would you be doing if you were me?”
Sal glances longingly at his laptop bag, and it’s my turn to laugh.
“Okay,” he concedes. “Point taken.”
“So I can come?”
“No. I promised the doctor I’d look after you. I wouldn’t go into work if I didn’t have to, but it’s important.”
“What is it?”
“A meeting.”
“What’s the meeting about?” I sound like a jealous girlfriend, when in reality, I’m trying to gauge if it’s something I can help with, and Sal sees right through my plan.
“Do you need anything before I go?” he asks, ignoring my question, making me pout.
“No. I’m fine here, all by myself, in this tiny apartment.”
Sal grins and I shake my head, trying not to smile back. I’m being a brat, but I’m going insane here. Other than my sister’s wedding years ago, when I was busy every day, this is the longest I’ve been off work, and I don’t like it. I’m anxious and uncomfortable and…one hundred percent addicted to working.
