Wes’s POV
Mish’s hand is like ice as I hold it in mine.
A river. . . The best I could do for her was a river. And an ice-cold one at that.
I’m quick to condemn myself, if only I’d thought this through, planned out our trail, even just checked the fu*king weather.
“Stop it” Mish says beside me, her steps not pausing nor her eyes moving to meet mine.
“What?” I ask.
“I can feel your stressing” Mish smirks.
“I’m not. . .” I trail off as Mish’s knowing look moving to me.
“Much” I finish, earning a smile from the beautiful she-wolf beside me.
As we arrive back Beau, thankfully, doesn’t linger. Leaving the two of us to enjoy this sh*thole of a room.
Mish runs and jumps on the bed, the springs creaking loudly below her as she breaks out into laughter, “won't you join me?” She asks sarca
