Chapter 19
“What are you doing here?”
I’d expected to find my boss behind the mirrored glass of the waiting limousine the next morning. But when I opened the door, I instead came face to face with Angelica’s teasing blue eyes.
“Same as you,” she shot back. “Observing and learning from the best.” Then, over my shoulder: “Hi, Daddy.”
“Angel,” Stormwinder replied, his words warmer than I’d ever heard them before. “At the risk of sounding repetitive—what exactly do you think you’re doing here?”
In lieu of a repeat answer, Blue-eyes waved a neon pink notebook that had previously been resting on her barely clad lap. “I won’t get in the way,” she promised. “But don’t you think a mate who understands intra-pack politics would be an asset to my husband once I get married? How am I supposed to
