Wolfe’s POV.

The soft glow of the sunlight cast a warm pool of light over the sketches and half-formed designs of my new jewelry collection spread out before me. I leaned back in my leather chair, my fingers tracing the delicate lines of the jewelry design. It was intricate yet bold, a reflection of the emotions I felt since Makenna had entered my life.

The way she looked at me, as if I held some key to a part of herself she hadn’t fully explored. And those kisses—gentle ...