Chapter 55

Makenna's POV. I was in Wolfe's art room, my pencil scratching furiously at the paper as I tried to capture his likeness. Or, more accurately, I was failing miserably at it. The fact that he wouldn't stay still wasn't helping. Every time I got a line just right, he'd shift or move, ruining my efforts. I paused, staring at him, admiring the way the light played off his muscles and how his tousled hair fell perfectly into place. His strong jawline and the way his shirt clung to his broad shoulders were enough to make any woman lose her concentration. He was devastatingly sexy, and I was supposed to be sketching, not drooling over him—probably for the tenth time today. The last time I was here, I’d tried my hand at pottery, which had ended in a disaster of epic proportions. Somehow, my clay creation had looked more like a deformed mushroom than the elegant vase I had envisioned. Today wasn’t faring much better. He caught me staring and winked, causing a blush to creep up my cheeks. I q