Jimmie POV
Four weeks.
That’s how long it’s been since I’ve seen Devon properly. Four long weeks of emotional torture of fighting feelings that had no business existing in the first place. Four weeks of avoiding him, dodging glances that never came, pretending not to care when he stopped showing up to meetings. When his absence began to scream louder than his presence ever did.
The truth?
Avoiding him had become easier. Mostly because he made it easy. He hadn’t been in the presidential offices much, barely even in the residence. And if he was, he stayed hidden behind closed doors like a ghost too tired to haunt.
Eleanor kept giving vague excuses.
“He’s working remotely today.”
“He’s with the strategist team.”
“He’s resting.”
I nodded every time she spoke, lips pressed, trying not
