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mess, sucking up every last piece of glass. Within a minute, the mess was cleaned up as though it had never happened.
    But cleaning up the mess in Grant’s heart wasn’t so easy. With a frustrated grunt, he stood and made his way to his bedroom. The best course of action he could think of to take right now was to get some sleep. Tomorrow was going to be a big day at the firm. Now that Grant and the other associates had been given a chance to read the memos from Hook Labs, they would be expected to begin drafting documents to start a lawsuit against Mr. Astor. With the scientists from Washington on their way to Chicago next week, there was a lot of pressure to get things done quickly. Grant already knew he had several extra-long workdays ahead of him.
    Not to mention, he had the meeting with the Fur Coats tomorrow night. They were all coming over to Grant’s apartment, which meant in less than twenty-four hours Storm would be standing in his living room.
    Grant tried his best not to think about Storm as he changed into pajama pants and an old t-shirt. If he didn’t somehow manage to get her off his mind, he was never going to be able to get to sleep. He squeezed his eyes shut and ordered the computer to play waterfall sounds in the background. He tried to imagine that he was back in Alaska sitting by a beautiful waterfall on a perfect summer day. It was the first time in a long time that he allowed himself to think about what life would have been like if he’d stayed to take over his clan, instead of coming to Chicago to blaze a new life. And it was the first time he had to admit to himself that maybe becoming a city lawyer hadn’t been the best choice for him after all.
    It took nearly an hour, but Grant finally drifted off to sleep. His dreams were full of fantasies about kissing Storm under Alaskan waterfalls, and, for a moment at least, his heart was at peace.

Chapter Five
    Storm stared blankly at her computer screen, and mindlessly sipped from her coffee mug. Was this her fifth cup? Sixth? Storm had lost count. All she knew was that it had been a long time since she’d been this dog-tired. She could feel the exhaustion in her bones. After she told Grant off last night, she’d been unable to sleep. She’d tossed and turned all night long, despite making her best effort to convince herself that she didn’t have any deeper feelings for Grant.
    Who was she kidding? He made her feel things at her core that she’d never felt for anyone before. She had a small, creeping suspicion that he was her lifemate.
    Too bad she had sworn off the idea of ever having a mate.
    Storm hated the way everyone just assumed that every shifter needed a mate. Maybe that was true back in the dark ages, but times had changed. There was more to life than pairing off and having babies. Storm wanted to work, to lead, to make a difference. To matter.
    She sighed again and put her head in her hands, trying to rub away the bleariness in her eyes. She’d had such big dreams when she moved to Chicago. She’d taken this job with the Mayor’s office because she’d thought that maybe she could actually do worthwhile work here. Sure, it had been a low-level, starter position. But she’d figured that with time, she’d be able to move up and get more responsibility.
    That had been years ago, though, and she still hadn’t moved up the ladder. She’d underestimated how much government bureaucracy would slow down her dreams. Instead of being promoted and making a difference, she was still doing the same mediocre work. Worse, she was becoming disillusioned on the idea of government service as a way to actually make any kind of significant public service contribution. There had to be a better way, but Storm had no idea what that better way might be.
    A little voice in her head told her that if she’d stayed in Alaska, and worked toward taking over as alpha of the clan, then things might have been better. Storm pushed the voice away and tried to focus