Page 64 of Call Me Sir

“Get better. Text me if you ever want to hang out. Play ball or something.”

Leaning down, he kisses my forehead, then leaves.

“Later fellas,” he says before the door closes loudly behind him.

Tony shuffles into my room seconds later. “What just happened? Why is he leaving?”

Letting out a sigh, my shoulders sag. “I don’t know.”

My friend frowns and sits at the edge of my bed. “Did you guys break up?”

We did, not that I thought of us as a couple. “I guess so.”

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay.” I’m surprised by how upset I am. He was just a once a week hookup, so why is my stomach churning?

Tony lifts his brows. “If only the boss was gay. I’d almost say he’s crushing on you.”

The comment throws me off and I end up in a coughing fit. It’s a surprising balm to the burn of losing Danny.

Tony pats my back as I sit up.

“Sorry, didn’t mean to scare you!”

I chuckle to hide the other thoughts racing through my mind.

“I gotta go, but I can come check on you in the morning.”

I shake my head. “Go home, I’ll see you in a couple days. Thanks though.”

“Of course. I’ll order you lunch so keep an ear out.”

“You’re the best.”

“You know it.”

We bump fists and say goodnight.

“Night boss man,” Tony says and the door closes behind him.

I let out a sigh and bury my head into the pillow trying to process the evening. I’ve officially lost Danny. The pain of losing him hurts like a bee sting, something unexpected but quick.

All I want to do is sleep and get back to work, and move on from all the nonsense. The nonsense of trying to get a boyfriend. There’s so much else I could be doing. Finding some great events for my clients who will be coming out to California for a month. Or whatever big project Sal mentioned.

Sal! I forgot he’s still here. I listen for him to make a noise but he’s painfully quiet out in the living room.

I toss my phone onto the nightstand and trace the ceiling with my gaze.

“You okay?”

Sal’s voice startles me.

“I could use a shower,” I mutter.

Turning my head, I look at him but it’s dark.

“Come on,” he says, offering his hand.

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