Lance

It’s already 8 PM, yet I’m still in the office, sitting in my swivel chair and staring out through the floor-to-ceiling glass wall. From here, the city looks alive—bright, buzzing, glittering. A view that most people would kill for.

But despite how beautiful everything looks, only one name keeps echoing in my mind.

Alice.

I swirled the liquor in my glass, watching the amber liquid catch the light. My chest tightened with frustration.

Damn it. Why can’t I get her out of my head?

I leaned back, closed my eyes for just a second—

And that was a mistake.

Because in the darkness, her face appeared instantly.

Her soft,...