Fiona POV
The chicken in my skillet sizzles, smelling richly of spices and making my stomach growl. Getting to leave work early today was a blessing. It actually gave me time to cook for myself instead of picking up a frozen meal or eating a sandwich like always.
I stir the vegetables in the other pan, cutting one of them to check if they’re finished.
Just before I can take a bite of the broccoli stalk, my phone rings. It flashes and vibrates, displaying Nolan’s name across the screen. I groan. After watching me ignore him all day, he must have finally decided on how to deal with me.
I don’t want to answer the phone, but the longer it rings, the more I remember my promise to be on call at anytime Nolan needs.
Setting the food aside, and turning the heat down, I answer the phone.
