MARTHA POV
The problem wasn't that I kept rereading Caelin's texts.
The problem was that they weren't even good texts.
There was nothing remotely romantic about them.
No clever flirting.
No heart emojis.
No secret declarations of love.
Nothing.
Just a series of increasingly bossy messages that looked less like courtship and more like a hostile corporate takeover.
CAELIN: Have lunch.
Five minutes later:
CAELIN: That wasn't a suggestion.
Then, after I'd ignored him for nearly an hour because I was a grown woman with self-respect and definitely not smiling at my phone in the middle of a courthouse hallway:
CAELIN: I know you're reading these.
Idiot.
Complete i***t.
The worst part?
He'd been right.
I had been reading them.
Repeatedly.
Did he know me already so well? After j
