Page 52 of Fierce Storm
“He’s the one who told me. He’s looking for options while I figure out what to do about the book’s claims.”
“What are you thinking?”
“I’m not. That’s why you’re here. I need your help to get ahead of the fire.”
Keeley nods a few times before her lips lift into a knowing smile.
“You were already doing that, weren’t you?” I ask, realizing I’m an idiot. Of course she’d be on top of this.
“That’s what I do best. And it’s been all over socials all day.”
“All day?”
“Yep. It was impossible to miss. I’m surprised you only just found out.”
“I don’t do socials, Keeley.”
“You don’t? We should fix that. It’ll help your image.”
“According to your writer friend, I don’t need help with that. Power and charm, remember?” I wink and Keeley bursts out laughing.
“How could I forget?”
She smirks back at me, and instantly, it’s clear our almost kiss is forgotten, just like our actual kiss was.
And it needs to stay that way. No more kisses or almost kisses. I’m not sure our relationship would survive another one.
“Back to the task at hand. What areyouthinking?”
“That we leak something proving he’s not the guy he says he is.” She smiles innocently and it’s my turn to laugh. “I know you’ve got more on him than you’ve told me. You’re hiding something.”
“What? I wouldn’t dare. Though it’s funny you say that. Wes suggested the same.”
“Wes? Really? I never pictured him as the type to go for petty revenge.”
“Did you picture me as that type?”
“Definitely. So let’s get planning.”
Ignoring the urge I have to ask why she thinks I’d go for something petty, I nod and move around to my desk, bringingmy computer to life. “Yes. The sooner we figure this out, the better.”
“Thank you. I’ve got a nanna night to get home to.”
“Your nanna’s still alive?”
“No.” Keeley giggles softly, her expression playful. “Monday nights are my nanna nights because I can start later on Tuesdays. I get into my pajamas the instant I get home, then I curl up on the couch with a blanket, a book or movie, and a mug of tea or glass of wine. And that’s where I stay until I fall asleep, or I force myself to go to bed at some ungodly hour of the morning.”
“That actually sounds appealing. Perfect even. I’d much rather be having a grandpa night than tackling this issue. In fact, I wish most of my nights were like that.”
“I bet you do.” She beams brightly and my jaw drops.
“What does that mean?”
“It’s fitting because you’re an old man and a literal grandfather.”
“Now who’s bringing age into our conversation? I thought age was merely a number?” I tease despite telling myself I wouldn’t mention the other night.
Keeley’s about to respond when my phone rings, and I jump at the welcome interruption. “Sorry, I better take this.”
