#Chapter 42- Drunken Mistake

Fiona POV The chicken in my skillet sizzles, smelling richly of spices and making my stomach growl. Getting to leave work early today was a blessing. It actually gave me time to cook for myself instead of picking up a frozen meal or eating a sandwich like always. I stir the vegetables in the other pan, cutting one of them to check if they’re finished. Just before I can take a bite of the broccoli stalk, my phone rings. It flashes and vibrates, displaying Nolan’s name across the screen. I groan. After watching me ignore him all day, he must have finally decided on how to deal with me. I don’t want to answer the phone, but the longer it rings, the more I remember my promise to be on call at anytime Nolan needs. Setting the food aside, and turning the heat down, I answer the phone. “He—” “Firona,” Nolan’s voice slurs. “You dinnent… whas wrong with your today?” His words mash together, not all of the syllables and sounds coming out correctly, and I’m shocked to the po