“Who are we stalking?”
I didn’t jump, but it was only because I was too well trained. Being the best tracker in the pack required discipline and I had it in spades. But I hadn’t heard Ryan’s approach, hadn’t heard the door to his shop open, and that was strange. Because I really was that good, and the fact that I hadn’t heard a damn thing was testament to the power of what held my focus. Or rather who.
Ryan poked me, trying to get my attention, and I spared him a glance and a glare, before returning my gaze to the gorgeous man. He was just stunning and I had the deep-seated urge to go to him. Smell and touch and hear him. Taste him. The realization was startling, because it could only mean one thing. But that one thing seemed impossible.
“Seriously, Ads. What’s up with you?” Ryan’s voic
