117. Courtney
Chapter 117
Courtney
I spit out the toothpaste and turn the faucet off.
I thought I heard something—like a vehicle—but when I listen now, there’s nothing but silence.
Stepping out of my little bathroom, I leave the light on and head to the bedroom, picking up my phone.
I’ve been debating all evening if I should text Sterling.
We haven’t before, except for him telling me to answer his call.
But now… It feels like I should.
Sterling sabotaged Fisher’s packing just so I could spend the night with him.
And that was, well, perhaps a bit much. But it’s also kind of sweet. In a serious Sterling sort of way.
Squaring my shoulders, I type out a message and hit send.
Me: Have a good night, Mr. Black.
Only a few seconds go by before a reply comes in.
Boss: I plan to .
My brows lower.
I plan to.
What the fuck does that mean?
Then I hear the sound of the deadbolt unlocking.
And my heartbeat triples.