Chapter Eighteen
Abby looked from Drake to the man beside him, taking in his clothing. He was dressed in ripped black pants and had on a tight white shirt that hugged his muscular chest; he ran his fingers through his dark green hair as he gave her a boyishly shy smile and then tucked his hands into his pockets.
“Dev, this is Abby. She’s Owen’s new assistant.” Drake answered, not liking the way his friend was looking at his mate. Did he just wink at her?
Drake let out a low warning growl. Dev turned to look at him, raising his hands in the air. “Sorry dude didn’t know.” He said, lowering his head, tilting it to the side, showing his neck in a sign of submission to his alpha. Drake felt Abby watching them and he glanced at her after nodding at Dev.
Confusion was written clearly on h
