The next day, Lana woke up bright and early for her morning run only to come face to face with Irina who was ironing clothes in the laundry room. She’d come down to put a load in so it could wash while she was out running.
“Alpha Archer has an important meeting this morning and he likes his shirts freshly pressed,” explained Irina as she ran the iron over the collar. Irina looked up at Lana. “You don’t mind do you? That I’m the one doing this. Would you like to do it for your mate?”
Lana couldn’t help but let out a small snort of laughter. Would she like to iron? No way.
“I think you’re doing a wonderful job,” Lana encouraged as she started the washing machine and left for her run.
Lana couldn’t help but wonder if Archer knew the extent of work Irina put in to making sure things ra
