EVIE’S POV
Monday morning arrived far too quickly.
The weekend with Bailey and Kayleigh felt like it had ended the moment it began, and as my alarm dragged me awake, the familiar nervousness returned.
Not the usual work nerves.
Something far more specific.
Alexander.
More specifically, the last conversation we’d had.
The car park.
The snapping.
The apology.
The fact he’d asked how I was really doing.
Part of me was convinced he’d bring it up the second I walked into the office. The other part was convinced he’d be annoyed. Or disappointed. Or worse.
Professional.
The thought shouldn’t have bothered me as much as it did, yet somehow it did.
By the time I was dressed and ready, my eyes landed on one of the shopping bags from the weekend.
Bailey’s influence.
Dangerous.
Very
