Warrick POV
As Alpha Hale’s right-hand guy, I’ve got his schedule memorized better than my damn phone number.
So when he told Ashford she wouldn’t be able to squeeze in any time with him this month because he was slammed, I kept my mouth shut and glanced down at the tablet in my hand. Three afternoons and four evenings were completely free. Blank as fresh snow.
But I didn’t say a word. Lesson one in this job: Alpha's word is law. You see the truth; you swallow it, and you keep your lips sealed.
Ashford showed up at the office today while I was staring holes through that same schedule. She plucked the stylus right out of my fingers, circled one of those empty afternoons with a quick, decisive flick, then looked me dead in the eye. That look—I’d seen it before from the ex-Mrs. Hale. But
