Liam's POV

Greg and I sat in the car, parked just outside Macy’s office building. The cool morning air filtered in through the tinted windows, the city bustling around us, but all my focus was on her—Macy.

I wasn’t sure what I expected from this visit, but I never imagined I’d spend hours doing nothing but watching her building. Yet here I was, my wolf pacing restlessly, anticipating the moment I’d finally see her again.

“I didn’t think ‘business’ meant this,” Greg said, breaking the silence, his tone tinged with boredom. "You should've just called her and asked her out for lunch. This is torture."

I shot him a sideways...