Fated to My Alpha Boss
“See, here to the north, there’s the big shipping port, Wolf Bay. If we fly in there and then take a drive, it won’t be quite so obvious.”
Charles pulled into our parking spot at our apartment and took the phone from my hands, frowning at the map. “According to this, it’s a nine-hour drive from Wolf Bay all the way down to Lunar Landing.”
He paused and wrinkled his nose. “Is it just me, or is that a dumb name?”
“Evidently, they must have found that the city and the sitting in the 1950s or 60s when the human moon missions were all the rage,” I said, “because yes.”