MARYANN’S POV

This date was such a bum.

Ian and I walked around the town square awkwardly, his hands remained clasped behind his back the whole time. He did not even offer me a glance since we stepped out of the pack house. He kept his gaze forward, a look of disinterest on his face.

How could he be disinterested when he was the one that asked me out on this date? Maybe I was mistaken... he could just be shy.

I really did wish he wasn’t so quiet.

Clearing my throat, I decided to end the ...