Pierce.
Getting any work done that evening was a lost cause. My brain, ever the traitor, kept circling back to Alexis. The living migraine who had somehow taken up permanent residence in my thoughts, like she was paying rent on the space.
When she walked out of the bathroom earlier, wrapped in that damn towel, something about her silhouette triggered a memory I hadn't visited in days. That girl by the river. No… it couldn’t be her. Could it?
I leaned back in my chair, rubbing my temples. This wasn’t good. I’d never let a woman get this far under my skin. It was like she’d broken into my mind, pitched a tent, and was now toasting marshmallows over the dying embers of my sanity.
Annoyed, I ordered tacos. I hated ordering food. I preferred home-cooked meals, but there was no way I’d
