Wolfe's POV.

Mackenzie stormed out, her heels clicking angrily against the polished floor. She had no idea I was standing just around the corner.

How the hell didn't I notice that she wasn't Makenna?

Watching her leave without knowing I was there made me feel a small, petty sense of satisfaction. Good riddance.

But as soon as she was gone, my annoyance shifted inward. How could I have not recognized my own girlfriend? I rubbed my temples, trying to ward off the ...