The Wolf Prince's Fated Heart - Page 108

I smile at Harper as I pass her desk on my way to Graham’s office.

“Is he in?” I ask more out of politeness than anything else.

“He’s on a call,” she replies, subtly telling me to enter silently. She continues talking as she follows me with her gaze. “He’s been complaining how you still haven’t moved your office up here.”

I smile even wider, all the thoughts of being quiet gone from my head.

“Thanks for the heads up,” I say with a wink before quietly opening Graham’s office door.

He has his back turned to the door, his eyes on the impressive view. His attention is on the phone call, though I have no doubt he’s aware of my presence.

I rush toward him and throw my hands around his middle. Graham chuckles and places one of his on mine, leaning his cheek toward me so I can place a small kiss on it.

“Yes, I am aware of the repercussions…uh, well, I’ll be happy to provide funding to keep them locked up,” he says to the guy on the phone, no doubt talking about the radicals that were thrown in specially enhanced cells nearly three weeks ago.

He rubs his cheek against mine, then continues. “My family owns a small private island. We can build a prison there.”

Whoa. That’s something I didn’t know.

He quickly glances in my direction and winks.

I wink back, then gesture at him with my chin to go back to his call.

He smirks, turns around, and paces the room. “Something that secure won’t come cheap, but…” he trails off as the guy on the other end of the call interrupts him.

As he discusses payment plans, I stroll around the office, adjusting his books on the shelf. These two don’t like to be placed in the wrong order. Though Graham’s order differs from mine.

His clean desk draws my attention. It looks so organized and appealing. I rather like it because it makes it a lot easier for us to slip in an office quickie without having to clear up the area first.

I chuckle softly at my silly thought. The sound catches Graham’s attention, but he doesn’t turn to see what I’m doing. He’s so self-controlled.

I love it. He gives me all the attention in the world when we’re alone, making me feel like I’m the center of his life.

“Will that be all?” he asks, wrapping up the conversation. “Perfect. Now, if you don’t mind, I’ll go and tend to some urgent business that just walked into my office.”

I grin. Yes, please, Graham, I think as he waves the phone through the air until the screen shows a normal working desktop instead of an incoming call.

My body warms with anticipation as he leaves the phone on the desk. He takes my hand and pulls me against him, his lips landing on mine. I melt into him. Our skin isn’t touching, only our clothes, but it feels good to taste him.

“I’m sorry for the delay,” he says as he glances at the watch. “We should probably go before my family sends a pack to get us.”

“Surely they wouldn’t go that far, would they?” I muse. “I mean, it’s only a picnic.”

“It’s the start of the tradition,” Graham replies with a tone that tells me this is serious. “It’s the first Grey and The Mates Picnic.”

I snort at the name. “You are aware of how it sounds, right?”

“Hey, Garren was the one who named it, not me,” he replies with a shrug, a mischievous grin tugging at his lips.

We have a strange connection between us that I can’t exactly place, a sense of familiarity that goes beyond the reason we’re mates. Sometimes, I suspect Graham would claim this is typical pack stuff.

I would believe him if I was a wolf, but I’m not. I’m a human, and this doesn’t make sense. None of it does. But it fits. It’s perfect. And so, I don’t fight it. There are some fights worth letting go of.

It’s not every day you find the one you want to spend forever with.

The one that gives meaning and purpose to your life.

The one you simply fit together with.