"It feels like whining. I wish-- Hell, you know what I want? You to drop Kate off with Jeremy and bring Logan to London. Screw this meeting. We'll take Logan to the British Museum and let him explore while we hole up in the nearest hotel and work very hard on helping me forget this crap."
He chuckled. "If I thought you were serious, I'd plunk Kate on a plane to Jeremy, and put Logan and myself on the next one to London." He sobered. "I'm serious, too . . . though not about sending Kate alone, as tempting as that would be. You say the word and we're there. Tell Lord Asshole he has until tonight to wrap up or you're gone."
I transferred the phone to my other ear.
"Elena?"
"I'm thinking. Shit. I know I shouldn't . . ."
"Yeah, you should. Not that I'm giving you advice on how to do your job, because that would be wrong . . ."
I smiled. Technically no one advised the Alpha, except the previous one, but Clay knew full well that I'd never want him to keep his thoughts to himself. It's not as if he could anyway. Physically impossible.
"If you want to call Jer, go ahead," he said. "But we both know what he'd do. Stay and wear them down. Quietly bend them to his will. Me? Hell, I'd have refused to go. If I had to, I'd have stormed out the minute Parker started pulling his shit, which is why I'm not Alpha. But Jeremy's way isn't yours and neither is mine. You've got to do it your way."
"I know. You're right, though. I'm giving him a deadline and then I'm walking away. Tell Kate I'll be on that plane and at the cabin tomorrow morning. Guaranteed. If she still complains, then we go with option two, which is dropping her off at home and you two joining me in London. We need to crack down on her more."
"Yeah, no more excuses. It's been going on too long."
Nick leaned around the corner. I motioned that I'd be right there and signed off.
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