Grayson's POV

The sweetness lasted approximately fourteen hours.

Lynn was in the chair across from my desk, still wearing my shirt from last night, coffee in hand. The mate bond carried her mood to me in real time — cautious ease, waiting to see how the day went.

I'd been enjoying it. Then I opened the folder.

"There are some logistical matters that need to be resolved this week," I said. "The lawsuit — Stanton needs to know it's being withdrawn. Your work at Ice ...