Page 171 of Lost
“I’m working on my contact,” I announce, loving the way this conversation is going. I’m so excited to get to live permanently next door to my sister. “They’re asking Madam Clara if she has an omega of Alisa’s description now. I have a few contractors that I can give you names of. One of my clients extended their house recently and they couldn’t stop raving about the work.”
Pulling out my phone as I wait for this person to get back to me, I text the names of the contractors to Caleb.
“Dinner in fifteen,” Mal calls out as I nod absently.
Unknown
There’s a girl by her description. Madam Clara isn’t willing to do an early buyout or to work with someone behind a screen. You’ll have to attend her next auction.
Making a face, I ask my counter question.
Me
I understand completely. Is the next auction still in June at the West Street location in Savannah?
A long moment of no return message has me tapping my foot on the ground.
“Come on,” I whisper. “Don’t leave me hanging.”
“You know when to push,” Caleb reminds me. I can feel waves of his anxiety, it’s almost palatable. Tyde purrs for him, surprising me as he goes to sit by him. Caleb wraps his arm around him, allowing him to comfort him.
My eyes narrow as my sister sits on the edge of the chair, watching him with a small whine. Caleb opens his other arm to her, and she rushes toward him. Caleb catches her around the waist and drags her into his lap.
Well that’s interesting.Good for them for figuring their shit out.
Unknown
No. That is no longer valid information.
“God, you’re such a dick,” I groan.
Me
How much is it to get the correct date, time, and location?
Unknown
Well that’s specific.
Me
Trust me. Fucking me over is inadvisable.
“Hollis,” Caleb bites out.
“My contact is trying to milk me for money,” I grind out. “At least, I think that’s what their angle is. Why give the info for free when you can insist on someone’s first born daughter?”
“Our first born daughter better not be on the table for negotiations,” Brice growls. “You’re better than that.”
“I am,” I agree. “I’m waiting for a response so I can counter, baby.”
“Let her cook,” Nova mutters. “Be patient, guys.”
“Thank you, little sister,” I say. “Here’s the counter.”
Unknown
The information will cost you a hundred thousand dollars.
