Adrian's POV
"Find the owner behind that racing club. I don't care if you have to tear the city apart." I kept my voice flat as I gave the order, staring out the car window.
Then I saw her—that cream-colored silhouette stepping out of the Pack house—and my lips curved despite myself.
Without bothering to finish listening to whatever my Beta was saying, I murmured, "Do it," and ended the call.
I opened the car door, letting warmth seep into my tone. "Luna Storm, are you dressing up this formally just to meet your precious Jasper?"
She'd changed into a cream business suit. The tailored blazer cinched her small waist perfectly. The pencil skirt that would look prim and boring on anyone else looked utterly sinful on her—there was something about the way she wore it that scream
