Jake’s POV
I pick up the paper on my desk, trying to focus on the paragraph that I’ve had to reread now for a third time. In my right hand, I rhythmically tap my pen against my desk.
“Distracted by thoughts of Lacy?” Kyle smirks from the couch across the room. "How was the hike?"
“Kyle, it’s not gossip hour,” I grumble to him. “We need to get this done.”
He puts his hands up in surrender. “Fine, fine...”
As much as I don’t want to talk about Lacy right now. Kyle is right. I can’t stop thinking about her or the sparks, and what it could mean for us.
Goddess, all I want to do right now is plant kisses all over her beautiful, plump pink lips.
I was always taught that wolf mate bonds are pretty straightforward: once you’re of age and you meet your mate, your wolf immediately knows. But
