Sienna’s POV
Thursday came fast and dragged all at the same time. Alex and I had been texting like teenagers, nonstop. Good morning messages, funny memes, inside jokes… It felt so natural. So easy. He came over last night, and we almost crossed that line, but he pulled back. He said he really liked me and didn’t want to rush. Sweet, right? And frustrating. But also… it's kind of hot.
Now, here I am, back at work, dealing with the constant emotional whiplash that is Knox Michaels.
Lately, he’s been different. Close. Flirty even. We’ve been joking a lot, sharing inside looks, little nudges. Like the line between boss and coworker blurred overnight and now we’re dancing on it every damn day.
Tonight was no exception. We were going through evidence with a fine-tooth comb—because Mayor Assh
