“Babe,” Sloane whined.
Rowan’s eyes narrowed. She wanted something from him. Schooling his features, he looked up from the documents he was working on.
“Yes?” he asked gently.
Sloane glided closer to his side when she saw his attention was no longer on the work but on her. Her fingers caressed his throat where his mate mark bite should be. She felt his body shiver.
Rowan took her hand in his and looked up at her with a doting look. “What do you need?”
Sloane pouted playfully. She looked cute and harmless. She sat on the edge of his desk right next to his chair.
“Babe, the wedding date is getting closer, and I am freaking out about everything. I really need help putting things in order and making sure I have everything I need for my perfect day.”
Rowan nodded. “What’s wrong with the wedding planner?”
Sloane gave him a pitiful look. “She doesn’t get me as well as Mila did.”
