Jefferson's POV
"I'll handle it from here," I said sharply, cutting the call short.
Before I could set the phone down, it rang again.
I answered with barely contained irritation. "What is it now, Javier?"
"Not even a simple thank you for delivering the man who can lead you straight to whoever's targeting your company," Javier's voice oozed satisfaction through the speaker.
My jaw clenched. If I could reach through the phone and strangle him, I would have. Instead, I ended the call without a word, resisting the urge to hurl the device against the wall.
The soft click of the door opening caught my attention.
Elisabeth entered, her body wrapped only in a fluffy white towel. Moisture still clung to her skin from her shower, and damp strands of hair framed her face. The sight sent heat coursing through my veins, my wolf responding instantly to her presence. I forced myself to remain composed, though every instinct screamed at me to cross the room and claim her lips.
