“What team?”
“The Storm.”
The Storm? Zane?Jesus. My throat clogs with emotion as fresh tears coat my eyes.
“Thank you, Lucy. I really appreciate the call. And for everything. I’ll definitely give it some thought.”
I sniff softly, hiding it behind a fake cough, but she notices. “Are you okay?” she asks and I shake my head.
“I will be.”
“Are you sure?”
“Yes, thank you.”
“Okay, I’ll text you a link to the job description and an info sheet. If you have any questions, please don’t hesitate to call me.”
“Thank you again.”
“No, thankyou.”
She hangs up and a wail rips from my chest. Los Angeles has been looking for a nurse? Actually, two nurses.Nathan’s team.And he couldn’t help me.
Yet, after one conversation Zane practically gets me a job.
Zane. I still, my body trembling.Zane helped me.
My hands shake as I fumble with my phone, bringing up his contact, hovering over his name.
ZANE FITZPATRICK (BLOCKED)
I changed his contact after blocking him seven years ago. I wanted to stop myself from calling him while also reminding myself that there was a valid reason he hadn’t called me. In case I ever felt sorry for myself.
Now, after all this time, I want to reverse it.
The elevator dings and my gaze snaps to the doors, praying it’s not Nathan that steps out. And thank God, it’s not.
My phone burns a hole in my hand. And when I can’t take it any longer, I make a split-second decision, sending a text I might later regret.
BLAIR: Are you still here? Nearby?
The three little dots dance across my screen and my heart stops.
ZANE: I’m still out front
Oh, God. I sniff back more tears when another message comes through.
ZANE: Thanks for unblocking me
A laugh bursts out of me and my lightness returns.
BLAIR: Don’t push it. Can you meet me somewhere?
ZANE: Name it. I’ll be there
Weightlessness takes over me, and I have no idea whether or not I’m making a mistake. But when I send him the address for a local lookout, it doesn’t feel wrong.
In fact, the giddiness inside me feelsright.
