Page 75 of Fierce Storm
“At your apartment building.”
“Yes.”
I raise a brow pointedly because he’s clearly not seeing the issue here. “The building your daughter also lives in?”
“She knows we’re friends, Keeley.” Sal all but rolls his eyes, and I almost groan until I remember what Paige said earlier tonight. She knowseverything.
“So I heard.”
“What does that mean?”
“She said you tell her everything. She knew about the concert we went to. What else?—”
“I know what you’re asking, and no, I haven’t told her that I kissed you.”
“Twice.”
“Twice.”
“And you don’t think she’ll question me spending the night in your apartment?”
Sal shakes his head. “I’m not worried, if you’re not.”
“Of course you’re not worried. I have no doubt your gentlemanly mind isn’t thinking what I’m thinking. But Paige might.”
“Christ, Keeley. Nothing is going to happen. I won’t have to lie to her so I don’t see the issue.”
“Perfect.” I smile when I really want to curse the heavens.Why the hell didn’t I go home with Nico?Now I have to spend the night in Sal’s apartment,notgetting lucky.
Sal smiles back at me, oblivious to my sarcasm. “Can you walk or…” His gaze darts to the window behind me, and I almost turn to check what he’s looking at.
“I can walk.” I definitely don’t need him helping me inside. Or touching me in general.
“Okay. Wait there.” He gets out of the car and I do as he asks, waiting for him to open my door.
Sal holds his hand out for me to take, and I let him help me out, not entirely convinced I can do this part on my own. Walking is fine. Our eyes lock when I’m standing, and the intensity of his gaze penetrates my chest, making my pulse spike. I bite my lip, and his eyes briefly drop to my mouth before he glances away, clearing his throat.
With a quiet huff, I pull away from his grasp, taking a step toward the glass door, only to pause as realization hits me.
“Easton lives here.”
Sal scoffs and it sounds suspiciously like a chuckle, drawing a scowl his way. “He lives with Paige, Keeley. Why is that only just sinking in?”
“Because I don’t tend to think about my brother when talking about my sex life.”
Sal visibly swallows, and I almost return his half-scoff, half-laughing reaction. “We weren’t talking about your sex life.”
“Weren’t we?” I raise an eyebrow, and he stares at me stunned until his gaze hardens and he shakes his head.
“Come on. It’s time to go inside.” He holds his arm out, gesturing toward the doors, and when I walk ahead, he once again ushers me forward protectively, only this time his hand hovers much farther away. As though that makes all the difference.
And maybe it would, if I couldn’t feel the electricity hovering between us. He doesn’t have to touch me to pass on his warmth.
“What are we doing when we get to your apartment?” I ask, as the doors open.
“Going to bed.”
“Exactly. I told you we were talking about?—”
