Emily's POV
The dull thud of the door closing behind Joey and Caleb echoed in the small staff room. I stood with my arms crossed over my apron, my foot tapping against the linoleum floor. My wolf was restless, pacing inside me, while Lila simmered in the background, her sharp voice itching to comment.
Caleb strolled in first, his confident swagger filling the room. He leaned casually against the wall, his lips quirking into a smirk. "Firecracker, you look like you're about to explode," he teased, his brown eyes scanning me in that maddeningly lazy way.
"Not now, Caleb," I snapped, pointing a finger at him. "Just stay out of this."
"Harsh," he muttered, raising his hands in mock surrender. "I'll just be over here, admiring how cute you look in that apron."
"Cute?" Lila's voice sneered
