ng, so he didn't have any early-morning meetings to rush off to and instead

n't happened at all. They ate their casual weekend meals in the kitche

in the intimate setting, Lorenzo always re

y showed emotion. In fact the "discussion" of that m

aps but had always made his contem

uth, the way he could talk past Sarah when he had something to tell her, while eternally optimistic and stupid Sarah had

omega had fallen in love. Sarah vividly recalled their

the son of an old acquaintance, and an alpha. Her father had then le

s adversaries constantly wrong-footed. He loved getting them on

ural warmth, and then he would swoop in while

until she was twenty two; before that she had merely been grateful fo

ummate hostess, charming, sweet, warm on the ou

g used and disheartened. Lorenzo Matteo had swooped into their

s, her hair upswept into an elegant ponytail of her wavy waist length hair, and she had chosen a simple emerald pendant wi

plendid man who stood in front of her, and for the first time ever Sar

ness suit, but his windswept hair had contradicted that air

e had been like no other man Sarah had ever seen before, and th

irectly in front of her, so close that his every inhalation of breath caused his chest to lightly brush against Sarah's,

et over gravel, had sent a shudder of aw

rah

lpless to do anyt

nd herself leaning towards the alpha to breathe in his scent. Sarah remembered

aling voice going slightly hus

ment, and the alpha grinned. It was a beautiful, w

it?" he ask

y w

raced a finger over her lips and she stopped breathing completely

ga whispered, and h

her and seen perfection before. No one had ever smiled at h

nd for the first time in her life, she had felt wanted. Between on