Page 182 of Fierce Storm
“What?” I fake a gasp and Sal rolls his eyes.
“She told me you knew.”
“Ugh, I’m sorry. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I’m still trying to work out how this whole best friend versus boyfriend thing is going to work.”
“It’s okay.” Sal stalks closer and wraps me in his arms. “She also told me you begged her to mention it.”
“I did.”
“Thank you. She’s not at all happy about my response.”
“What did you say?”
“That I was disappointed.”
I grimace. “Damn. You pulled that card.”
“Yep. What is she thinking, Keeley? She knows about the fire, and about someone stalking her mom. So, what? Does she think they’re going to let her fly into New York and testify without consequence?”
“I don’t think she’s worried about that. She’s more concerned with making sure she does her bit to ensure they go to prison for a very long time.”
“That’s exactly what she said.”
“Why don’t you go with her to New York?”
“I don’t want her to go.”
“I’m not sure you can stop her.”
“Fuck, I know. Instead, I’ll just add her to the list of people I’m worried about.”
“Come on. We both know you were worried about her before you found out she was testifying.”
Sal tries to fight it, but his lips lift into a smile and he reluctantly agrees. “I can’t process that now anyway. I have something important to do.”
“More important than Paige?”
“Jesus, that’s a trick question. No, but also yes.”
“Call me intrigued.”
“I’m taking you out.”
“Out?” My eyes widen before excitement fills me. “Are you taking me to the stadium?”
“Definitely not.” Sal chuckles while I frown. We’re not meeting Vance until four this afternoon, so I was secretly hoping he was going to let me get a few hours of work in beforehand. Itwould certainly help to take my mind off whatever I’m going to say to Vance. “Sorry.” Sal smiles sympathetically. “But?—”
“You’re just looking after me. I know. Only, where were you when the guys were grilling me about our love life?”
“As far away as I could possibly be.” Sal visibly winces.
“And wasn’t that so nice of you?”
I raise an eyebrow and Sal chuckles, pressing a kiss to my head. “Sorry. I won’t do it again. Now, we’re going out because you need some air.”
“Then open a window.”
“Okay, I’ll rephrase… You need a change of scenery.”
