I smoothed my hands down the front of my skirt nervously. I'd donned a navy pencil skirt and a cream silk blouse in an effort to look serious and businesslike, but I felt anything but that. Lucas had held my hand comfortingly all the way from his home till we reached the pack house. Now, as we stood in front of the conference room, he let go of my hand and gestured for me to enter the room before him.

I looked up at him questioningly, fighting the urge to press my ear to the thick wooden door ...