Crossing the Line

POV Cassio.

Thursday dragged by at a slow pace. I stared out the windows of my office, watching the Las Vegas traffic crawl below. I wanted to see Val again. The craving was a physical ache sitting heavy in my chest. I forced myself to hold back. I tried to remember that she is technically my best friend’s daughter. By all unwritten societal rules, she should be strictly off-limits. But I could