Chapter 50

Wolfe's POV. Last night was crazy—the good kind, but it left me with a lot to think about. As I sat at my drafting table, my sketches for the new jewelry collection spread out in front of me—they were almost finished, I couldn't help but reflect on the past few days. I was making solid progress on my designs, which was a pleasant surprise considering how distracted I usually got when I thought about Makenna. I put down my pencil and leaned back, staring at the ceiling. Makenna. Our conversation about love and being in a relationship played on repeat in my head. Since I was old enough to know about women, I’d never committed to one woman. Relationships were messy and complicated, and I’d always thought they were for fools. Yet here I was, not just committing, but actually wanting to commit. What kind of sorcery had Makenna worked on me? Hell, the idea had always seemed as foreign to me as a diet without carbs. My teenage years were a blur of wild parties, late-night escapades, and a