Chapter 293

Chapter 0293

Colt and Penny’s story.

Penny’s POV

“How are things going in here?” Colt walked into our office. Since we renovated the entire packhouse, it was more light and welcoming. Lightly stained hard wood floors went beautifully with the white.

distressed accent furniture pieces. However, my favorite part of our office was our desks. We each had our own area. Knocking down the

wall, we took out a spare bedroom and really opened it up. Per my request, Colt put in a floor to ceiling glass wall that let in all the natural lighting I could ask for.

Currently, I was staring at different paintings and trying to figure out which ones I wanted to hang. Since Kris had everything in the storage shed moved back a week ago, her and Colt have split most of it all.

She obviously kept the jewelry but she graciously shared their mother’s paintings/drawings with him.

“I think we should put this beautiful charcoal drawing of this wolf head behind your desk. I love this one of the owl. That one should be behind mine.” His desk was in the original place his father’s desk was and mine is where the bed used to be. Each of us have large matching rugs and a joined seating/relaxing area. Taking out the bedroom door, there is only one entrance. However, we did put in a built-in collapsable wall so if I needed privacy for any reason, I would have it.

“Okay.” Colt nodded and leaned against my desk.

“You don’t honestly care do you?” It was both annoying and welcoming. I wanted him to have an input but I just wanted his opinion to match mine. Truthfully, I was a little stubborn when it

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anything at all and the rest was my creative freedom. Never once did she redistrict my creative process. However, Colt was my mate and I wanted a different relationship with him when it came to this stuff.

“I care, I just don’t really know where it should go and you are so good with it all. Whatever you think it best.” He looked out the window like his mind wasn’t even focused on this.

“I can feel your anxiety. What is going on?” Usually, Colt only felt this way when it came to a topic he knew I wasn’t going to like.

“Your…. Cassie is ready to be discharged from the hospital.”

My b*dy froze. I knew this was coming but I haven’t visited her since I

met her the first time. I knew I told her I would come back but it hasn’t

happened. More than once, I walked to the hospital and turned around. I wasn’t sure what was stopping me. Something just held me back from going in. The staff saw me on more than one occasion.

Thankfully, they just nodded in understanding when I turned away. Never once trying to get me to come in.

Images of her laying in the hospital flashed before my eyes. She looked broken. Bandages covered what little of her neck that was

sticking out and bruises covered her arms. Zac looked dangerous and not someone I was comfortable around. Even though I wasn’t as good as friends with Ace as Colt was, I was still finding it hard to forgive him.

“Oh?” I wasn’t sure what else to say. Picking up the owl drawing, I held it up against my freshly cream colored walls. The darkness of the owl really looked good against it

“I need to know what you want. Do you want them on the other side of the packhouse or next to us?”

Colt said in a soft tone.

“When will the house be done?” I asked, not sure how close I wanted