I don’t doubt that.
So, it’s time to swallow my pride and do whatever it takes to convince Lana that Robin’s safe and happy with me and my pack. That probably means not getting defensive, so I try to relax my body as I walk past the empty reception desk toward her office.
Being friendly and approachable is Shayne’s strong-suit.
I’m really more of an intimidating presence.
There’s not much I can do about that.
But a prickly attitude isn’t going to get me too far.
I stop outside Lana’s office, and I think about Robin.
How she looks when she’s outside, where she’s at her happiest.
Her sweet smile, the way she blushes over compliments and anything slightly sexual.
The surprising, take-charge side that comes out when she knows what she wants …
She’s the woman of my dreams, and I won’t walk away from her for anything.
It’s time Lana knew that.
I raise my hand and knock on the door.
A few seconds later, it’s opened, by Owen.
He gives me a wry smile. “Uh huh. Thought you might show up.”
He steps back and gestures to me to enter.
“Hi to you, too,” I mutter.
My gaze shifts to the desk, and sure enough, that’s where Lana is, sitting in front of her computer, typing.
“Sorry, for the interruption,” I start.
She pauses her typing and looks up at me, her gaze as unimpressed as ever.
“Take a seat. I’m finishing something.”
The implication is clear. She wants me to wait, and to be quiet.
I nod, and she puts her attention back on the screen in front of her.
I glance back at Owen to see him close the door.
Sitting down like I was told, I wait.
It’s nothing short of excruciating.
Seconds tick away while she types.
When she finally stops, I hold my tongue a little longer while she gets up and walks over to the sofa across from me. She sits down and raises an eyebrow.
“Well, Mr. Falcone, what can I do for you?”
Her tone isn’t quite as icy as I expect, but that doesn’t mean she’s warming to me.
