Chapter 7:

Second Close Call

Tuesday morning started like any other rushing out the door with coffee in hand, already mentally rehearsing the presentation I had to give at 9:30. I made it to the Meridian Tower lobby just as the main elevator bank was filling up. I was scanning my phone when I heard a familiar voice.

“Bedhead, you actually took the elevator today.”

I looked up and grinned. Alex was standing there in a crisp light blue shirt and that signature perfect tie, laptop bag over one shoulder. He looked refreshed, like he’d actually slept after our late-night texting marathon.

“Had to. My legs are still sore from...