Wolfe's POV.

In the early morning sunlight streaming through the floor-to-ceiling windows of my office, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the air, mingling with the scent of the sketch papers on my desk. I'd finally completed the sketches for my new jewelry collection. Surprisingly, most of the days I did any reasonable work were usually after spending some quality time with Makenna.

As much as I was annoyed about our secret meet-ups, they had a certain thrill to them. I ...