Wolfe's POV.

Last night was crazy—the good kind, but it left me with a lot to think about. As I sat at my drafting table, my sketches for the new jewelry collection spread out in front of me—they were almost finished, I couldn't help but reflect on the past few days. I was making solid progress on my designs, which was a pleasant surprise considering how distracted I usually got when I thought about Makenna.

I put down my pencil and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. ...