Chris
“What’s on your mind?”
I shut the bedroom door behind us and turned to see Leonard already standing by the window.
The warm afternoon sun spilled across Ava’s white comforter—a strange place to hold a private chat, but without my Packhouse office at my disposal, it was all I had in this little cottage. And Leonard had been adamant that he wanted to speak to me alone—without prying eyes or ears.
Strange, I had thought, but I had obliged. If my Beta was so bent on speaking to me privately, then that meant that it had to be serious.
Leonard stared at me for a moment, opening and closing his mouth a few times as though struggling to come up with what to say.
Finally, instead of settling on speaking, he reached into the inner pocket of his jacket and pulled out a
