Andrew stared blankly at the new werewolf healthcare reform bill sitting on his desk in front of him. No matter how hard he tried to concentrate on it, he could not get himself to focus. He groaned and ran his hand over his face.
This was the seventh bill or proposal he had failed to focus on that day, and it was already 10 p.m. That wasn’t to mention the meeting that he had only half-paid attention to after lunch.
Andrew silently cursed himself. He never had this problem at work, yet ever since he saw Crystal kissing that other man, he couldn’t get his mind off of her. The way she smelled, the way she smiled, the way she laughed—his senses were flooded with her.
It didn’t make sense to Andrew. Why would she want to be with that man—that beta, if he was even that—when Andrew and Crysta
