Page 181 of Fierce Storm
“He told you not to talk about work?” My jaw drops as my eyes flash to Sal pacing in the living room. If he wasn’t on the phone, I’d be calling his ass in here.
“He did.” Reed pats me on the shoulder. “But I agree with his logic. You need to be focused on your recovery.”
“On that note,” Zane cuts in. “What happened?”
“What do you mean?”
“People don’t just fall down stairs, Keeley.”
“Sure, they do. Especially when they wear heels as tall as I do.”
Luke and Reed chuckle while Zane shakes his head. “I’m not buying it. You’re always in heels. High ones. You’d probably be able to run a marathon if you had to.”
I internally wince because he’s not wrong. “What can I say? I didn’t see the step.”
“Who were you talking to?”
“What?”
“Jesus, Zane. What’s with the third degree?” Luke asks, his expression pulled into a frown.
“I’m just asking a question.” Zane’s eyes bore into mine, silently reiterating what he asked. He knows something. He’s always been the quietly observant type. I noticed it when he first started at the Storm, before the drama between him and Easton even began.
I sigh subtly before sitting down on the stool, only for the guys to all panic and insist we move to the couch.
“I’m fine. I plan on kicking you out in a few minutes anyway.” I laugh at my humor until Luke’s eyes light up and I know what’s coming. He’s going to tease me about Sal again. “Don’t. You said that was the last time.”
“Dammit. Back to the guy you were talking to.”
I should have let him tease me about Sal; it would have changed the subject.
“It was Vance, right?” Luke asks, scratching his head. “I saw him as I was running over. Jesus, fuck. That asshole left the second you fell.”
“Vance?” Zane frowns. “As in Vance McMillan?”
“Yep.”
“Did something happen between you?”
“You don’t have to answer that,” Reed cuts in, his gaze bouncing pointedly between Zane and Luke. “As long as you’ve spoken to someone about what happened?” His eyes flash toward Sal, and I wait for him to look back before I nod.
“I have. Thank you all for caring. But I promise I’m okay. You can remove me from your group chat name.”
“Not yet. I want to annoy East for a little while longer.”
I snort out a laugh, shaking my head at Luke. “I’m surprised he’s never decked you.”
“Me too, if I’m being honest.”
The guys stay for another hour until they’re due for a group workout session, waving to Sal as they walk by. It’s another ten minutes before he ends his call, and his weary eyes have me worried. Especially when he notices me watching him and instantly schools his features.
“What’s going on?”
“That was Paige.”
Oh. I smile like I normally would if she’d called, despite having a fair idea what she was calling about. “How is she?”
“She’s testifying.”
