Chapter 37

Wolfe's POV. “Shit!” I cursed as the clay I was trying to shape went out of form again, splattering across the wheel because I got lost in thought. I’d been at this for a while now and had barely made any progress. Since I couldn’t concentrate long enough to sketch, I’d decided to take a break from my art room and come to the pottery studio. This was one of the places Makenna and I had made some great memories. Now, it haunted me, reminding me that I needed to see her. Every time the thought of seeing her came up, I remembered the encounter with that stranger’s shoe. What did she call him again? Nate? Or was it Knight? Not that I gave a fuck who it was, but it was really late and I couldn’t help thinking of all the things that could’ve happened while they were together in her place. Alone. I was going crazy. I almost ran my hands through my hair in frustration but remembered that I’d had to scrub my hair twice after doing that before. No woman had ever made me feel so confused. At