Page 35 of Life To My Flight

I hadn’t yet ascertained his name due to his standoffish attitude. However, if he was going to be my babysitter, there was no reason I shouldn’t know his name since I'd already forgotten it from our first encounter.

“Silas,” he answered immediately.

Well, that wasn’t his full name or anything, but it was a name nonetheless.

“Well, Silas. I do believe I’ll use you. Thanks. I still feel a little weak in the knees,” I answered honestly.

My head was also pounding.

Thank God it was raining.

Otherwise, the sunshine would’ve absolutely killed me.

“You wearing that?” He asked as he stood.

“Yep,” I answered.

He shook his head and started walking to the door.

I could’ve sworn he said, ‘I don’t know what he sees in you’ but I could’ve just been hearing things.

We took his truck again, and I accidentally fell asleep.

“Rise and shine, buttercup. We’re here,” Silas’ voice woke me.

I blinked my eyes open slowly, and groaned.

My body hurt.

“Thanks,” I muttered as I practically fell out of the truck.

He rolled his eyes and started walking knowingly through the front doors, waving to the on scene guard, and then walking forward to a bank of elevators in the very back.

“You’ve been here before?” I wondered.

He looked at me.

His blue eyes piercingly bright and knowing. “Yes.”

It made me wonder, but I wasn’t stupid enough to ask the question that was burning a hole in my brain.

He raised his brows, waiting for the inevitable question, but I’d be damned if I gave him that.

I narrowed my eyes and pressed my lips together, causing him to laugh.

The doors to the elevator opened and we walked in; I leaned against the side, already tired.

“You really do look like shit,” he observed dryly.

“Fuck off,” I grumbled.

He smiled and pressed the button for the third floor.

“So...how about them Saints?” I asked.

He chuckled. “I’m more of a hockey fan.”

Now why didn’t that surprise me?

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