Ace’s POV I need to stop thinking like that. She is mates with Blake. I roll my eyes at the thought and go into the kitchen. The last thing I need is to get mad with her near me. Claudette, would you like a drink?” I yell back to her in the living room. She doesn’t say anything, so I peek my head around the corner, and she nods her head at me to signal yes. I grab two rocks glasses and the bottle of gin out of the cabinet and head back to the living room. I sit down on the floor against the small couch and pour both of drink. Claudette, I’m sorry this place doesn’t have more options to choose from. I clearly haven’t been here in a while, and we are limited on supplies right now. Claudette’s POV He seems so embarrassed by the lack of supplies. Why would he be embarrassed by this?

