POV: Luci
The problem with having a mate was that they became distracting.
And also your weakness in some ways
Case in point
I had spent the last ten minutes staring at the same page without reading a single word.
My eyes moved over the report.
My mind remained somewhere else entirely.
Specifically, with a certain stubborn she-wolf who had somehow managed to become the most complicated part of my life.
A knock sounded at the door.
"Come in."
The door opened and Clinton walked in carrying two cups of coffee.
One was immediately placed on my desk.
The other disappeared into his hands.
"Good morning."
"It's not."
Clinton sat down.
"Thinking about Izzy again?"
I looked up.
"No."
He took a sip.
"You're lying."
I returned to the paperwork.
Unfortunately, my silence only en
