Whispers Of Heart

The moment I woke up from my dream, I felt ridic ulous for having had such a dream in the first place. I touched my heated face and tender lips. They felt as if Griffon had really been here. Sha me filled me at the thought of fantasizing about Griffon, but my accidental brush of my lips across his cheek must have sparked something in my subconscious. After all, I had been with him for five years. My body knew his so very intimately, had always responded to him so eagerly. I was used to his touch, and that moment at the Wilton pack manor was familiar. But I would get over it, and I would go back to forcing the memories of his hands and lips on my body out of my mind. While I was comforting myself, a call from Jackson came in. Sighing and steeling myself for whatever he wanted, I answered. “What can I do for you, Alpha Sterling?” I kept my tone businesslike. “Ms. Palmer, Camille isn’t here today. I need you to accompany me to the bidding.” How could Camille, always by Jackson’s side, be