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That would hurt if I cared about the things Maxwell Elkington says, but I don’t. “Good talk, sir. Need any more advice? Want me to fetch you a new glass?”
He sneers instead of answering, so I take that to mean I’m dismissed.
“Wait,” he says before I can leap out of my chair. “What if the apology doesn’t work?”
“Then you grovel. If that doesn’t work, I’m afraid you have to let him go.”
He doesn’t like my answer any more than he did the first time and so I leave him like that, pouting like a child on the couch.
* * *
Back in our suite, Rhett flies out of the bedroom like a gorilla in a fit of rage, in nothing but a silky black housecoat. “There you are. I was about to come looking. You didn’t bother to bring your phone with you. Where were you?”
Ohshit. I’m supposed to keep that thing glued to me by order of Mercy law. I was distracted. I had wanted to let go of my swirling emotions. Instead, I played therapist for his dad.
“I was going to go for a little walk?—”
“By yourself? Without your phone?” He doesn’t wait for my answer. “Go get the spoon.”
“Yeah, fair.” Now I know what Jack means when he says he always partially regrets saying Merc can discipline him for things while the rest of him sizzles with excitement about it. And fuck. The odd sense of comfort that comes with it … I don’t fully understand it myself, and frankly, I don’t need to in order to enjoy it. “But, baby, I didn’t go. Your dad stopped me. He’s kinda distraught.”
I tell him all about our nice little chat. I deserve a medal for adding that maybe he should check on him.
He exhales a sharp breath. “I haven’t digested this enough to think of him with anyone but Mother, but yeah, I should go check. You. Spoon.”
As soon as he’s gone, I do exactly what Jack would do in my situation. I find that spoon and huck it directly out of the window.
Chapter26
If the Tent’s A Rockin’
Rhett
The bed they expect us to sleep in barely fits me. Maybe Mercy thought he could convince Logan to sleep somewhere else, but that’s not happening. Instead, Logan’s forced to sleep on top of me. “I told you I should have rented us our own motorhome.”
It’s hot on this side of Shuswap Lake at this time of year. The interior of BC ranges from snowy bleakness in the winter to forest fires all summer. We’re smack in the middle of the forest fires part, which means a strict campfire ban. We can use a propane one, but it’s not the same.
“You didn’t say you would rent a motorhome; you said you would buy one,” he points out.
“Did I? Silly me.”
“Besides, I like this,” he whispers.
We have to keep quiet so that we don’t wake anyone, namely Stanley. To their credit, Jack and Merc went all out, renting the luxury motorhome with two bedrooms, but the bedrooms are tiny. I’m going to have a broken back by the end of four days, which will be awesome for training camp.
“Why? Our sweat has mixed together, and we can’t have sex.”
“But we’re together.”
I sigh. Yeah. A highlight. Still. “Next time we do it my way, Meyer.”
“Fine, next time, if I bother to invite you after all the complaining you’ve done.”
I’m tired, and adjusting to the time change has been slow going, considering we haven’t stopped since we arrived from Maui. I’d forgotten how much like the energizer bunny Jack is. A baby has not dimmed his spark. If anything, he’s more animated, wanting to do everything with Stanley and Mercy before they part ways. He’s utterly exhausting.
The real reason I’ve been such a prick is my family. We’re falling apart. Mother and Father said things would stay the same, but they’ve already begun to change. The day we were set to leave, everyone decided to follow suit. Father wouldn’t tell me anything about his new beau, who apparently has become his ex-beau.
He doesn’t seem distraught over the end of his marriage, yet he’s sunk into a cavern of depression over this guy.
