Chapter FifteenElle
All day, my stomach has been in knots. I couldn’t even enjoy my lunch at one of my favorite sushi spots downtown.
After my amazing date with Nic last weekend, he stopped responding to my texts or calls. At first, I was hurt, then mad, but now I’m just worried. It’s not like him, and the only logical explanation is that he’s sick or hurt, or . . . worse. I’ve been counting down the minutes until it’s five o’clock and I can go to his place and check on him.
I glance at the clock again, and relief floods through me when I see it’s finally time to go. Rising to my feet, I grab my purse from the file cabinet drawer where I store it during the day, and shove my phone inside.
“Hey, Elle!” Lindsey from reception stops beside my desk, smiling at me.
“Hi, Lindsey. What’s goi
