Chapter Twelve
Owen nodded at him. “I’ll get it under control.” He said, stepping back.
“Make sure she eats well.” He smirked at the wolf.
“You don’t need to worry about that,” Drake said as he let go of the back of his lover’s neck. He leaned over, pressing the button on the elevator so it would resume its course.
Leaning back, looking at his lover; Owen looked better, more in control.
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Abby made her way down the long corridor, stopping outside of an office with Andrew Harris’ name and title on it. She tapped her knuckles against the frosted glass door and waited.
And waited. She brought up her hand again to knock when the door was pushed open. She jumped back as Andrew greeted her, “How can I help you, Abby?” He asked.
“I need to get a name badge and Drake sent me to you.” Sh
