*Callista* Within Chase's office, I shift in my chair and scribble more notes across what had once been an unmarred sheet of paper. I quickly discovered that building an empire is no easy task. Details are abound. In the morning, I work quickly to clean away any evidence that we have eaten breakfast. I tidy the house and make beds. It occured to me one morning that if Chase truly becomes my mate and sleeps in my bed, I would only have to spend time making two beds, instead of three, washing sheets for two beds, instead of three. I have considered discussing the arrangement with him, but I can't quite gather enough courage. I'm certain he would want to do more than sleep in my bed, and I'm not altogether ready for what the ‘more’ might entail. Although with each passing day, I find mys

