Wolfe’s POV.

I stepped out of the conference room, my mind still buzzing with numbers and projections from the meeting. Investors were a necessary evil, but that didn’t mean I had to like them. As I made my way down the hallway toward my office, I couldn’t help but think about how much I’d rather be doing anything else—like getting a certain brunette alone for a few stolen moments. The idea was a lot more appealing than listening to another pitch about diversifying our ...