Sounds fun, but I’m meeting Sutton soon, and I have to meet with Phyllis and Carter to try to deal with their recent rivalry for once and all after that, so I don’t think I’ll have time
Maverick
Late dinner?
Me
Sorry, I promised Harper we could do Sleep Fest tonight and tomorrow. We’re just going to eat dessert and watch TV while dozing on the couch for like thirty-six hours
Maverick
She can’t monopolize you for that long
If I have to share, she does too
Me
I just went on a road trip with you, remember?
Maverick
For work
Me
Is that what you usually call it when you go down on someone in the hotel room you’re sharing?
Maverick
Considering it’s only happened once, I can call it whatever I want
I’ll bring dinner to the meeting and sit in. It’ll go faster if I’m there, and we’ll have some time to hang out
Me
I didn’t know old, immortal werewolves could hang out
Maverick
They’re professionals at hanging out, actually
See you in an hour?
I sent him a thumbs-up, then decided to make myself a latte. After a moment’s hesitation, I added a pump of vanilla to the caramel creation. Despite the pink sweater I was still wearing and the fact that I’d seen him at lunch, I kind of missed Maverick.
That had to be the soulmate bond speaking.
I sipped my drink while I scrolled slowly through a packet of completed paperwork Phyllis had just sent over. Carter’s would be coming in soon. They’d probably want to talk (and argue) about it when we met.
It was getting kind of cold in my office, so I reached over and grabbed a blanket off the edge of my couch, pulling it over my shoulders.
I didn’t usually get cold during the day, but whatever.
A woman knocked on my glass door.
She was stunning, with long, curly burgundy hair tied up in a high ponytail. It looked natural, though I wasn’t quite sure that was possible.
Her cutoff jean shorts and long-sleeved t-shirt showed off plenty of smooth, dark brown skin. Her outfit didn’t quite make sense, given the weather, and she was barefoot just like every other werewolf I’d met.
