Summers's POV
The cramped space where I've set up the security installation feels even more confined with this energetic young wolf practically vibrating beside me. Her enthusiasm radiates through the small room like electricity.
"Do you always get this worked up over tech?" I ask, glancing at her bouncing form.
"This is absolutely thrilling," she breathes, craning her neck to peer over my shoulder at the screen. "Don't you find it exhilarating?"
Honestly, this routine work bores me to tears. But her genuine excitement is infectious, and something tells me I should encourage it rather than crush her spirit.
"We handle plenty of operations that are far more thrilling than this," I tell her instead of being brutally honest.
"Really? Like what? Isabella spends hours at her computer working alongside you guys," she says with wide eyes.
