Alpha Doyle
I stared at the same report for what felt like the hundredth time.
The words blurred together.
I read the first paragraph again.
Then the second.
Then realised I hadn’t absorbed a single damn word.
“Connor.”
I looked up.
Sean was watching me from across the table, amusement written all over his face.
“What?”
“You’re doing it again.”
“Doing what?”
“Staring at your paperwork while thinking about Lena.”
I frowned.
“I am not.”
Sean raised an eyebrow.
“Sure.”
I sighed and leaned back in my chair.
He was right.
I couldn’t concentrate.
My thoughts kept drifting back to Lena.
To the way she looked at me.
The way she still flinched whenever I moved too quickly.
The way she had hugged me before leaving.
That small gesture had stayed with me for three days.
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