Chasing Fire by Finn Emilia

Author:Finn, Emilia [Finn, Emilia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: Contemporary
Amazon: B08VRVS1WK
Goodreads: 57064707
Publisher: Beelieve Publishing, Pty Ltd
Published: 2021-07-02T07:00:00+00:00

12

Nixon

Date Night

It’s almost five, the day after our movie evening and early night in, which means I should have clocked off from the station a couple hours ago, but instead, I chose to stay on and keep myself busy. If I went home with hours to wait and these anxious flutters in my stomach, I might have ended up climbing the walls.

Instead, I guess I choose to annoy the other crew to the point of them climbing walls.

But since I’m technically not on shift, I don’t feel a single lick of guilt for taking out my phone every few minutes and texting Idalia.

I’m safe, all is well with the world. I got your radio, but don’t tell anyone where you got it… it’s now stolen property. Oh, and I’m kinda psyched for our date. I’m heading home in a sec, showering, changing, then I’m gonna be on your doorstep at six. Be ready!

I hit send, grin like a child, and say nothing to anyone about the radio I placed in my truck a few hours ago. Handset, battery, charging station, and an instruction manual to get her set up.

Because she cares.

I was long ago banished from hanging out downstairs, so I work around my office instead. It feels weird being in here. I never use it, except when the brass wants me typing shit up, or formally chewing someone out—neither of which I make a habit of doing.

My eyes jump back to the clock every thirty seconds or so, my heart galloping in my chest. So when my phone dings, I dive for it and unlock the screen with lightning-fast speed.

Idalia: I’m dealing with incompetenza! Why is it so fucking hard to do a job, Nixon? Huh? You see an ad in the newspaper, you think to yourself, ‘that job description matches the things I can do,’ you attend an interview where you reiterate you can do those things, and then… What? You get the job, and your brain explodes, at which point, you realize you can’t do shit? Merda!

Idalia: Also, I’m glad you’re safe at work. I had no clue how serious you would take this, but I’m counting back now—twelve texts in twelve hours—Nixon Rosa can meet the job brief. Grazie.

Smiling, at both her tantrum and her quick math, I hit reply and begin typing: Twelve in twelve… is that too many? I have to admit, I kinda like texting you, so unless you start screaming at me in Italian, I’m probably gonna keep doing it. Who is annoying you at work? What have they done to earn your wrath? And how’s Max? Any new words today?

When I hit send and my eyes invariably jump back to the clock, I slip my phone into my pocket and call it a day. One hour to get out of here, drive home, shower, touch my cock in an attempt to burn away the want of this woman, especially after our almost there of yesterday afternoon, then I can get dressed,

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