She looked down at her still-bruised wrists. Allison knew he was beating himself up over what had happened. And it was true that she didn't blame him. It was just a fight or flight response that her body went into when he was near her. She knew that eventually she'd have to face it, but right now, she was enjoying herself and letting Deucalion deal with pack problems.
The bills were all done for the month with her own laptop on her desk. Deucalion took care of the requests, sometimes asking her opinion, especially if they dealt with human females. When they spoke, it was civil and short. They just hadn't been intimate.
A tugging on her sleeve brought her back to the greenhouse.
"Allison?"
She looked down at Casey.
"It's okay, Allison."
Going down on her haunches, Allison tugged on a
