Wolfe's POV.

The sound of muted background music from the club downstairs faded into the background as I downed the whiskey in my glass in one gulp. My throat burned, but the alcohol did little to quell the anger simmering inside me. I'd been furious all day, so much so that I could barely sketch a thing. So much for dismissing Makenna to ‘get back to work.’ Now I wished I hadn’t said what I did. But maybe it was better for both of us. Keeping my distance wasn’t changing ...