Lennox's Point of View
I opened the drawer, retrieved my almost empty bottle of Crown Royal, poured it into a Glencairn glass, and sighed as I eased into my leather office chair. How did I miss it for so long? How did I not notice? Wesley and Percival, both werewolves, were working for me, holding positions of trust within my company. They never caused me any harm and consistently supported Jo. I believed they were kind, yet their actions held deeper meaning each time.
What Percival had told me about Bethany, though, clenched my heart. Did she love me? I had never gotten over her. I allowed myself a moment of weakness, remembering the cascade of chestnut curls that framed her face and beautiful hazel eyes. There was a spark between us. I had not imagined that.
Bethany had been truthful
