Wes’ POV

My thumb hovered over the send button as I read over my text to Dee. It sounded too formal, too stiff to be a text between colleagues trying to see if the other was all right. Colleagues? I hovered over the send before I backed out, deleting what had taken me so long to write in the first place. I think it was safe to assume we were more than just colleagues…

“Can you believe that little ...