Chapter Fifteen
Paisley
The weekend passed, and by some miracle, Russell and I managed to politely avoid each other at the house. I couldn't say it was entirely on purpose, but it worked out that way. It was fine because I needed it to be that way. I wasn't ready to face him, not after what had transpired between us. I needed a little space to gather my composure and avoid doing something completely stupid.
Monday rolled around, and I went to work. Everything was fine. Fine, meaning that Russell and I managed to make eye contact, and I didn't combust on the spot. Fine, meaning that we did a training exercise and even handled a nearby call. Everything was fine. We weren't arguing. However, I was tense, like seriously tense, but I managed. Fortunately, with twenty-five people on our crew,
