"Watch your mouth," I chastised, and his eyes journeyed the ceiling. "If you do not visit Inseparable Youths, I expect you home by eight p.m. Understood?"
"Are you babysitting?" Derision grated his tone of voice. "If Alexa's not home, who will cook my tea?"
"You are cruising for a slap," I scolded him for the babysitting comment, and he stifled amusement. "What does Alexa cook for you?"
He considered the question. "Roast beef dinner."
"Roast beef dinner?" Alexa can barely cook a chicken. "Frozen, I presume."
"From scratch," he said, and I raised an eyebrow. "Proper roast potatoes. Fresh vegetables. And her gravy?" His eyes rolled to the back of his head theatrically. "Best I ever tasted."
I cannot remember the last time I ate a full roast. "Interesting."
His lips thinned. "You like that word."
I overlooked his snark. "I will be home to cook."
"Can I invite Tre?"
"Don't push your luck."
"Fair enough." He ebbed toward the kitchen door. "I guess I'll catch you later."
I anticipated the slam of the Manor's front door on Logan's departure and then sent another text message.
Me: I have to cook tea for the boy. Buy essentials and leave them at the Manor before you drive to the club.
Nate: Anything specific?
Me: Beef roast.
He sent a confused emoji.
Me: I am doing it for Alexa.
Nate: Is she home?
Me: No.
Nate: You are feeding the kid to get in her good book, huh?
Me: Have you located Blaire?
Nate: Not yet.
I deleted Nate's message thread and thumbed a quick question to Jace.
Me: Is she okay?
It was delivered.
He read the text.
Three dots danced on the screen.
Jace: I think she's still asleep.
I sent another message.
Me: Meet me at Live Bar.
Vincent: Did you text the wrong person?
Me: No.
Vincent. Well, in that case, I do not march to your drum, brother. If you wish to see me, request a meeting.
I inhaled. Exhaled.
Me: It's important.
He read the message and responded precisely five minutes later.
Vincent: Enumerate the entirety of the meeting.
I had to count to ten before replying.
Me: I will not beg for your time, Vincent. Meet me at the Live bar, or I will trash the paperwork.
Vincent: What time suits you?
Me: Be there at ten p.m.
Vincent: Very well.
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