CHAPTER SEVEN
No one was in the office when Rowe and Hunter got there, but that wasn’t surprising. They kept the space so they had a place to meet potential clients and congregate if they needed it, but their work mostly kept them in the field.
Rowe was trying to wipe Vi from his mind. He couldn’t afford to get hung up on the witch. But the way she looked at him had his c**k taking attention. He wanted her.
He couldn’t have her.
She was a client, and that was bad enough. Of course, Owen had fallen for a client and that had worked out well for him. But Rowe wasn’t worried about falling for her. This was nothing more than his c**k paying attention. And as long as he didn’t act on it, his c**k would get distracted by someone else soon enough.
Are you sure?
Rowe growled, his wolf rumblin
