Wolfe’s POV.

I couldn’t believe she had someone else this entire time.

I tried to focus on the sketch in front of me, but my mind was a chaotic mess. Last night had been hellish for reasons I couldn’t quite grasp. The image of Makenna in another man’s arms drove me mad with anger—or was it jealousy? No, definitely not. I didn’t do jealousy. I just missed her. It had been days since I’d seen her, thanks to my relentless schedule.

I’d canceled my last meeting ...