Fifty-Four

James Sinclair

~ A day ago ~

f*****g hell. I cursed under my breath as Derek and I walked toward the finance department. We were supposed to figure out why the numbers weren’t adding up, but I couldn’t care less about the figures. My body was still humming, a constant reminder of Liv and everything that had gone down just hours earlier. I was supposed to fly back to Philly tonight, supposed to get back to work and life and fvcking my secretary. But how the hell was I going to sit through all this mess when all I could think about was her?

I glanced over at Derek, who was still talking about the numbers, oblivious. I nodded along, pretending to listen, but all I could think about was how much I wanted to turn around, head back to the hotel, and get lost in ……