Luke Pov:
Alex.
Couldn’t get her out of my head.
Didn’t matter how many damn arrests I processed today, how many noise complaints or routine patrols I handled—she was always there, living rent-free in the back of my mind. Sharp eyes. Grease-streaked skin. That low, dangerous laugh she only gave me when I pushed too far.
She was in my blood now.
And I hated how much I needed the hit.
My shift ended just after two. Streets were quiet, slick with earlier rain. Most sane people were in bed, tucked into warm sheets and sleep.
Not me.
I drove straight to the docks.
Didn’t even question it.
I didn’t know what I was expecting—some kind of hint, maybe. A whisper of what she really did when no one was looking. The garage was too clean. Too tidy. Books that didn’t add up to the lifestyle I
