Ada
“Ada, wait,” Reese stops me before I can enter the office.
“I want to ask something,” he rubs his neck sheepishly. “Will you go on a date with me?”
“Excuse me?” I must blink a couple of times to focus on his words.
“You know, a date,” he shuffles his feet nervously. “We go somewhere and …”
“I know what a date is, Reese,” I laugh softly. “But I don’t understand why.”
“Because I like you,” he regains his confidence. “And our wolves are taking their sweet time to wake up. I only want a moment alone with you doing normal stuff.”
“I’m a bit occupied, Reese,” I say apologetically.
“I know,” he sighs. “I’m only asking for an hour or two where we talk nonsense and forget about all of this pack business.”
“Okay,” I agree after a moment of hesitation. I can do with a distraction, and it
