The restaurant Zane chose was exactly the kind of place Melena expected him to like. Soft golden lights glowed overhead, spotless white tablecloths covered every table, and the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked Hamilton's glittering skyline. Everything about the place screamed money. She slid into the booth across from him and sighed inwardly. Of course he'd bring me somewhere like this. If arrogance had an address, it'd probably be here.
The moment she sat down, his scent drifted toward her. Sandalwood, mountain pine with a hint of aged amber.
Her wolf stirred before she could stop it.
Seriously? She gritted her teeth. It's been three years. Why do I still remember his scent? Get a grip, Melena.
She quickly pushed the thought aside and looked straight at him.
"So," she said, gettin
