Jason’s POV
The moment my phone buzzes with Coral’s text—Dinner starts at 7, but I’m at the beta house by myself—I don’t even hesitate.
Jeans. Henley. Gym shoes. Quick brush through my hair. I don’t waste time moving with purpose because I know exactly where I’m going. My woman is alone, and I’m not about to let this opportunity slip through my fingers.
I take the stairs of the packhouse two at a time, barely paying attention to the greetings tossed my way as I head for the door. But before I can leave, Reed steps into my path, his expression neutral but his tone laced with something knowing.
"Your meeting with the dragon is at 9 a.m.," he says. "He doesn’t have any other times available. Just go to the visitor’s house and knock."
I narrow my eyes. "What the f**k is that? He acts like
