The chaos.
And then I add, before I can talk myself out of it:
And on top of that… I keep feeling like someone’s watching me. I know that sounds paranoid, but it’s been days and I can’t shake it.
His reply takes slightly longer.
Tony:
That’s not something you ignore, sweetheart.
I swallow.
Holley:
I’m probably imagining it.
Tony:
And I probably look good in a suit. Doesn’t make either thing true.
Despite myself, I snort. I bet he would look good in a suit.
Holley:
I’m being serious.
Tony:
So am I. Trust your gut. It’s sharper than you think.
Before I can respond, another text arrives.
Tony:
And if work shut down, you’ve officially run out of reasons not to come to Salemburg.
I stare at the screen.
My pulse trips.
Holley:
Are you serious?
Tony:
I don’t say shit I don’t mean.
My heart hammers against my ribs.
I shouldn’t.
I absolutely shouldn’t.
It’s reckless.
It’s impulsive.
