Chapter 6
“Jill,” Samuel called out as he shut the door behind him.
He flicked the deadbolt and tossed his keys on the counter. The tiny, cramped apartment was quiet, and the spot at the kitchen table where her laptop normally sat, his papers pushed off to the side, was empty. Samuel slipped the strap of his attaché case off his shoulder and dumped it with a thunk onto the table before he walked into the bedroom.
The first thing he saw was Jill sitting on the bed, pillows propped behind her, in a pair of gray sweats and a bulky gray and blue T-shirt, holding her laptop, with her earphones plugged into her ears, typing away. He just stood there and stared, the fire burning in his belly once again, because he may have just screwed himself at work because she couldn’t answer the damn phone
