Falling For The Mob

34 fifty-five

Sam

We spend the next few hours reorganizing my schedule to catch up on the missed days. Addy has managed to ward off all suspicion of my disappearance, convincing everyone that I was otherwise occupied during this time. Not that I have ever doubted her abilities to manipulate people.

Against all my protests, Addy decided to come back to work part-time as I get my life back in order. There is very little I can say if she manages to formulate a plan that keeps the child with her and has my father and Lawrence compensate in every other way that may be lacking.

This is most likely due to the fact that none of them believe me to be stable at this moment, and I fully understand. These steps have likely been taken to make sure I am rarely left alone these coming weeks. Given my past, even I expected myself to be a bit more unstable, but I am feeling good and ready to take everything on.

A soft knock pulled my eyes from my screen, I had been so caught up in my work that I did not notice it getting dark. My mind has been clear and focused all day on my work, time really does fly.

"Heading home already?" I gesture to Addy's coat and purse, which she is grasping tightly.

"Already? Sam, it's past ten." I shrug my shoulders, diverting my focus to the time on my screen. The room is silent for a moment, filled with questioning tension. "Will you be working for much longer? You should try to get some sleep," she states.

"I will sleep when the work is done." She rolls her eyes with slight amusement as she finishes buttoning up her coat.

"There is a plate for you in the fridge. Just try to take it easy, you're still recovering from a burnout." Not waiting for my reaction, she leaves me alone in silence.

Another few hours pass when I briefly consider adjusting to a better sleeping schedule. Now that I am no longer staying with Zoë, there is no need for me to adapt to her schedule. Like me, she is most likely still working and will not be getting rest for another few hours.

My fingers move of their own accord, opening the line of direct messages I have with her. The last text received was one where she asked me to take care of myself. This may have been part of the reason I ended up on her doorstep that morning. I knew she would never send me away.

Briefly, a smile dances at my lips as I begin typing.

'Why did the doctor get angry?'

I am trying to be a nuisance to her at the moment, but from what I have gathered, she seems to find my antics entertaining. A few minutes pass before my screen lights up.

'Sam, what are you talking about? Which doctor?'

'Because he ran out of patients.'

'........ You are so lame. Are you that bored right now? If so, maybe you should try getting some sleep, it's actually pretty late.'

'Are you trying to get rid of me or something, Dr. DeLuca?'

'Yes because you're annoying me.'

I bite my laughter back, she makes it so easy to toy with her.

'By now you must admit how much you enjoy my attention.'

'Someone's quite cocky......'

'I am not cocky, Love, just perceptive.'

'I'm ignoring you now.'

'No, you will not ignore me.'

A few frustrating minutes pass with no response, forcing me to open the messages again.