CHAPTER 337
KATYA POV
Afternoon arrived far too quickly. It felt as though the morning had disappeared without either Chiara or I accomplishing anything useful.
Well… anything except worrying. I'd lost count of how many times Chiara had paced across my bedroom.
Back and forth. She'd sit for exactly thirty seconds before standing again.
Walk to the window. Peek through the curtains. Walk back. Sit. Stand. and Repeat.
And By the fifth round, I was beginning to feel dizzy just watching her. "You are making me nervous," I finally muttered from where I sat on the edge of my bed.
She stopped pacing just long enough to stare at me. "I am nervous."
"I noticed." She resumed walking. "I mean it, Katya."
"So do I."
"No, you don't." She pointed dramatically toward me. "You're too calm."
"I am not calm."
"You've been sitting in the same position for almost ten minutes."
"Because there's nothing else to do."
