Alexis

It's stupid the way my heart flutters under my rib cage when I see Boone's email address come across my computer. He spends way more time conversing with clients and Hank through email than I gave him credit for. A lot of his day is spent keeping tabs on other projects as well as the one he's working on. 

When Hank comes into my office, I glance up, giving him a smile. “Can I ask you a question?”

“Sure.”

“Why is Boone checking in ...