Ezra POV
He’d known his mate for a few days now and still didn’t know her name. She was so smart, sexy and infuriating! Apparently, he still hadn’t earned the right to know. Like, what else was he supposed to do? Build her a castle?
Actually, that didn’t sound like a bad idea, he mused as he watched her go over paperwork at the desk across from him.
“Staring is not going to help,” she said in a sing-song voice. Ezra’s eyes snapped to the computer screen in front of him—pretending he hadn’t been staring. They were still filling in for Jackson and his mates at Veronica’s new pack.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Ezra drawled, pretending to type. He couldn’t focus with his gorgeous mate in front of him—and not being able to touch her or taste her or even know her Goddess damn na
