Hannah’s POV
Christian and I wrapped up our discussion on the case. We enjoyed our time and it was fun discussing the case with him and hearing his point of view. We had been working seamlessly together, and for a brief moment, it felt nice to have someone to lean on. But just as I was beginning to relax, Christian broke the comfortable silence with a statement that made my entire body tense.
“Hannah, I wanted to say,” he began, his tone casual but carrying a weight that instantly put me on edge, “maybe I can help you with something else…”
I froze, my fingers hovering over the file in front of me. “Something else?” I repeated, lifting my gaze to meet his. “What are you talking about?” Christian leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms as he studied me.
“I’m talking about Michael.”