Wolfe’s POV.

I smiled to myself as I completed another sketch. Makenna had felt so good in my arms, her kiss passionate and urgent, igniting something deep within me. I missed her, more than I cared to admit. The thought of her made my chest tighten with longing. I could still feel the warmth of her body against mine, the taste of her lips lingering on my own. Today, I’d see her again. Maybe I’d take her to my favorite restaurant. But it definitely wasn’t going to be a ...