Tamara.
From my window, I see Killian’s car driving out, that late at night.
I let out a breath, focusing my mind back on work. I don't have to worry about him or what he does.
Just then, my phone rings.
It's Hazel.
Ugh. How could I have forgotten to text her back?
I had practically turned my phone off all day because of Killian.
I take the call. “Hey,” I say in a tired voice.
“You sound exhausted, Tamara. And where the hell have your phone being all day?”
I dragged in a ragged breath. “I'm sorry for not responding to your text. I turned my phone off,”
I can already picture her, rolling her eyes. “Why?”
“Killian, he was blowing up my phone,” I tell her. “I have work, I didn't want him to piss me off,”
I hear her exhale. “That's fine. How was your first day?”
I can always count
