Emma told herself she wasn't waiting for him.
That she wasn't checking her phone.
That she wasn't thinking about the way Alex had looked at her before Gabriel interrupted.
But she was.
And it pissed her off.
Because this was not how it was supposed to go.
She had spent years mastering the art of control—keeping people at a distance, making sure no one ever got close enough to hurt her. And yet, somehow, Alex Kingston had slipped through the cracks.
And worse? She had let him.
Emma exhaled sharply, shaking off the thought as she focused on the case files spread out in front of her. Work. That was what mattered. Not Alex.
But then her phone buzzed.
Kingston: You left before I could buy you another drink.
Emma rolled her eyes, fingers hesitating over the screen.
She shouldn't answer.
She shouldn't.
But when had she ever been good at doing what she should do when it came to Alex?
Emma: Maybe next time try telling me the truth instead of making me walk away.
She didn't expect an immediate reply, but it came almost instantly.
Kingston: You walked away on your own, Carter. I never asked you to.
Emma exhaled through her nose, fingers tightening around her phone.
God, he was infuriating.
And yet, somehow, she still wanted to see him.
Still wanted to know.
But before she could respond, a knock sounded at her office door.
Emma frowned. It was late—too late for anyone to be stopping by unannounced.
She stood up, cautious, before pulling the door open.
And there he was.
Alex Kingston, leaning against the doorframe, a small smirk playing on his lips.
"Figured I'd save us both the trouble of texting all night," he said smoothly, stepping inside without waiting for an invitation.
Emma narrowed her eyes. "How do you even know where I work?"
Alex gave her a lazy shrug. "I have my ways."
Emma crossed her arms. "That sounds vaguely illegal."
"Relax, Carter," he murmured, his voice low. "I just asked around. Turns out, you're pretty well known."
Emma huffed, watching as he made himself comfortable in her office, like he belonged there.
Like she would let him stay.
"You have two minutes," she said flatly. "Then you're leaving."
Alex smirked. "Oh, sweetheart. You know I'm not leaving that easily."