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Maybe after I finish at the gallery, I can go over to my studio. I knew Wolf wasn’t going to let me go into my house again. I honestly didn’t want to go in there myself. Not after how destroyed my room was.
I felt safe at Wolf’s place, so I was good. I know I need to talk to him and make sure I don’t overstay my welcome.
“Coffee’s ready, Princess,” Wolf says and takes a sip of his while somehow managing to hold Kale with a bottle in his mouth.
“Do you want me to feed him while you drink your coffee?” I ask, stepping closer. I love holding Kale. It feels right.
“I’ve got him.” Wolf motions to the coffee maker. “You get your coffee. I’ll give him to you after he finishes, and we can go over the plans for today.”
Moving to the counter where he pulled a mug down for me, I curl my fingers around it, pour coffee for myself, and find the milk and sugar.
After I take a first sip, I return to facing Wolf and lean against the counter. “You know I’m going to the gallery today to work. I can drive myself there.”
As I finish saying this, Wolf shakes his head. “You’re not driving anywhere. I’ll take you and drop you off on the way to the clubhouse.”
“Why can’t I drive myself? It would be easier.”
“You still aren’t driving yourself,” Wolf grunts, sets his coffee down, taking the now-empty bottle from Kale’s lips, lifts him, and starts gently patting his back. All while still keeping those serious eyes on me. “We don’t know who broke into the house. Untilwe do, you’re not goin’ anywhere alone. At the gallery, one of the prospects will be stationed outside. When you’re done working there for the day, I’ll come pick you up.”
“That seems unnecessary to have someone outside watching when I can just make sure the alarm is on in the building.” I would be fine inside. I’d be fine driving myself there too, but I wasn’t going to argue with him over it. He does have a valid point about my house being broken into. My car hadn’t moved since before I went to dinner with my brother.
“Don’t care if it’s unnecessary or not. You’ll have someone watching after you when I’m not with you,” he states, his tone stern and authoritative. He wasn’t going to let up on this.
I figure I’m going to have to pick and choose my battles when it comes to him, and now isn’t the time to fight with him on this. All he’s doing is trying to protect me.
CHAPTER 16
JACQULINE
An hour ago, Wolf dropped me off at the gallery in his truck. A massive black truck that I had to climb into. He thought it was amusing watching me. I refused to let him help me get in after he secured Kale’s car seat. This meant he got to watch while I did it.
I’m not exactly short, but I’m also not tall. I guess I’d say I’m average and that usually works for me, though not with getting in his truck.
At the gallery, he walked me inside and made sure I locked the door behind him with the alarm set. I set about getting things done right away. But when my stomach growled, I decided I wanted to order something delivered to eat from the little diner a fewdoors down. I could’ve just walked down there, however, I didn’t want the prospect reporting to Wolf that I left the gallery without letting him know that I was leaving. Even if it was only so far away.
The food came a few minutes ago, and I unlocked the door, took the food from the delivery boy, and went back inside. I didn’t think about the door being unlocked or that I turned the alarm off to open the door. I wanted to eat, and that’s what I was doing when she walked in.
My eyes were on her. She was dressed in what had to be an expensive suit. All white. From top to bottom, white. Even her shoes were a pearly white. Even I could say she was beautiful with her sleek black hair straight and running down her back. I didn’t know her. Never saw her before in my life.
But the hatred in her eyes was unmistakable.
“I’m sorry we’re closed,” I tell the woman after wiping my mouth with my napkin.
“I can see that,” she remarks, not taking her icy gaze from me. The look she’s giving me, I want to question, but rather than asking her what her problem is, I keep myself professional.
“Can I help you?” I ask, clearing my throat.
“Yes,” she says pointedly, her voice filled with ice as she glances around my gallery.
“What exactly can I help you with?”
“You can stay away from Wolf and my son,” she snaps, her eyes coming back to me.
This is Kale’s mother?
Looking at her now, I still can’t believe it. Kale holds no resemblance to her at all, maybe with the black hair. Then again, Wolf also has black hair.
“I’m sorry?” I know what I heard, but I couldn’t believe it at the same time. This woman was telling me to stay away from the man and his son, who have both, in such a small amount of time, I mean days, not weeks, wormed their way into my heart in a way I don’t ever want to let go of.
