Garrett
This was wrong. So wrong.
The thought rang through my mind, resounding like a bell as I slid into my work clothes for the day. Shifter women didn’t belong in construction, shifter women didn’t belong in any work environment outside of managing the pack.
Why the hell did Ivy want to know how to do any of this stuff anyway? I would be here to do anything that she needed to be done, she wouldn’t need to so much as lift a finger.
Unless, she thought that I couldn’t handle it..that I didn’t really know what I was doing, and that I wasn’t the man that I claimed to be?
My hands balled into fists, and it took all of my restraint not to shove my fist through my bedroom door at the thought.
Instead, I closed it as softly as I could behind me. Dame was probably still sleeping, and hopefully, Ivy would have forgotten about her shadowing me today and still be passed out as well.