As soon as we returned to the packhouse, Holden and Azalea disappeared into Holden’s room, and we didn’t expect to see them for the rest of the day.
We took Bentley upstairs, and as soon as I put him to bed, I sat on the couch to review some schoolwork and paperwork for the pack.
Adam walked over and sat beside me, much closer than usual. He took all the papers from my lap and placed them on the coffee table.
“That stuff is important,” I said.
“And you need to start taking it easy,” he replied.
“You know I can’t do that,” I responded.
“You’ve got too much on your mind right now. You need to relax,” he insisted.
“I’m guessing you have a plan for how I can relax?” I teased, gazing straight into his eyes.
Adam didn’t respond verbally, but I could feel his arm, which was behind me o
