A DIFFERENT KIND OF TUESDAY
Alex's POV
I did not call her back after she left.
I almost did.
Twice.
The first time the office door closed behind her, the silence settled into the room with an unfamiliar weight.
The second time was when I looked at the Whitmore file and realized I had been staring at the same sentence for nearly three minutes without understanding a single word of it.
Instead, I opened the file again.
I read the amendment.
I reached the end of the page.
I remembered nothing.
My attention remained outside my office.
Outside the glass.
Where she sat.
Where she had always sat.
Where, until yesterday evening, I had been able to look at her without wondering what it would feel like to kiss her again.
That ability appeared to be gone.
Permanently.
I leaned back
