Dallas was having a rather good afternoon.
He didn’t want to credit it entirely to the fact that he and Bree had had sex—that he had finally been able to let go of the restraint he had been clutching onto desperately for days as his mind and body longed to claim Bree as his own.
He hadn’t fully established the mate bond between them, but even just being close to Bree like that was enough for him, giving him hope that they would, eventually, be able to do so.
He had left Bree asleep afterwards. He hadn’t gotten any work done yet that day because he had woken up and immediately gone looking for Bree, which had led to a chase around the castle, and then their argument, and subsequent impromptu tryst. So he was behind.
