Lexi’s POV
Connor, Connor, Connor, Connor.
It felt like my brain revolved around this man, a constant cycle of thinking about what he might be thinking about. I hated it. I wanted to think about the people I loved, not someone I suspected of being a monster.
“Lex, sweetheart, how is your day going?” His deep voice rumbled through me as he stood with his arms wrapped around me from behind, his chin resting on top of my head. He was getting entirely too comfortable touching me, but I had to keep up appearances if I wanted him to confess to his crimes.
“Oh, it’s been fine, babe,” I said, forcing a smile to my face as I squeezed his hands and twisted to face him, surreptitiously redirecting our stance so that I was out of his embrace. “I only wish you had to work less. This is exactly like
