Sam’s first week of work was uneventful. There had been onboarding, training, all the usual stuff. Even though Sam appeared young, she had more experience than most people realized, and the work at Smithson was fairly straightforward.
It left her far too much time to think about Ronan and her failed attempt at getting close to him. Worse still, she had pushed too much, too quickly, and hadn’t even managed to get his phone number. Every night for the last week she had walked herself to Spirits, hoping he might show up again. But no luck.
Thane hadn’t come around either. Normally it didn’t bother her, but the loneliness was starting to get to her. The quiet of her hotel room at night felt heavier than usual, the hum of the air conditioner too loud in the stillness. She had no one.
On Satu
