Chapter 18
Monday was just a normal day. My bruises were gone, and all that was left was a faint line where the cut had been. I kept my hair down, covering the spot, but my foundation had mostly concealed it. All the drama from the weekend was swept under the rug and was replaced by merger talks and trainings. My boss was seated alongside Daniel in my office, giving us an overview of the trainings in June. Most of the information I was aware of, but there were a few incidentals I hadn't heard about until today. Namely, where these trainings would be held. My cell rang as we were discussing the location, and it was looking like Daniel and I were going to be flying out to Denver.
"So, what do you know about a bull Wesen?" asked Nick before I could say anything. "I've got one here that…"
My eyes widened as I swiveled my chair. "Uhh… Can you call Monroe about this?"
"Monroe isn't answering his phone, and I need to know…"
"Nick, I'm at work," I whispered, catching a curious look from my boss.
"Am I interrupting something, Miss Davenport?" my boss asked, crossing his leg. Daniel just gave me a smug grin.
"No, not at all," I replied quickly. "Nick, I have to go," I said into the phone and hung up, tossing my phone into my drawer. I focused my eyes back on my boss, who was narrowing his eyebrows at me. "Umm, so very sorry about that."
We continued to discuss the travel schedule, but I was completely distracted. Was this going to be a thing now? Would Nick just call out of the blue to talk Wesen if Monroe wasn't free?
My boss passed both of us the itinerary. I glanced down at the page. The trainings were going to last two weeks, split up into four groups. Daniel and I would be staying the duration in Denver during that time. Wow, this wasn't going to be a fun trip. Two weeks with Daniel… just great.
As my boss left, Daniel lingered, leaning against my desk with that boy next door smile planted on his face. "So two weeks of working together… with you. I think I'm going to like Denver."
I tilted my head back on my chair. "Yeah, it's gonna be a real joy."
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Once I got home I called Nick back. "So where did you see a Mordsteir?" I asked once he answered.
"Just someone we picked up today had a woge into one. Don't worry about it."
"You caught me at a bad time earlier today."
"Oh," he replied dryly. "I didn't know."
"Nick, I can't really discuss Wesen when I'm at work. My boss was in my office when you called. I hope you understand that."
"I finally got hold of Monroe this afternoon," Nick said. "It's fine now."
"It's not fine… It's…" I sighed. "I'm glad you got the info, but I can't be on call during the day like Monroe can."
"I wouldn't have called if it wasn't important."
"I'm sure it was. I get that." I stopped there. It was pointless to say it again. Besides, I still needed Nick to find out more about my family. "Are you still free tonight for some family tree research?"
"Yeah, it's been a non-productive day. We're at a stand-still on a theft we're investigating and staying here isn't doing any good. I'll be leaving here soon."
"Good, I'll get a hold Monroe. What time should we arrive?"
"Come by in a few hours, but call first, okay?"
"Sure. Thanks, Nick."
I had butterflies fluttering about as my thoughts rested on the idea that I might know the truth tonight. I called Monroe and he was fine to come out.
"Uh, when is that art gala thing?"
"Tomorrow night at six."
"Hmm…"
"Why, what's wrong?"
"Well, I've got a meeting tomorrow at nine." He paused. "We could do both if we don't have to stay too long at the gala."
"Meeting?"
"You know… a meeting."
"Oh… That kind of meeting." Monroe had mentioned he was going to start going to meet with a few guys to help with his regimen at a place called Helvetia Tavern. From the sound of it, the meetings were about to begin. "No, that's fine. We can do a couple hours at the gala. That will give you time to drive to Hillsboro, right?"
"Yeah, that oughta work."
"Great. So, you want to head over here for a while and then we can go to the trailer tonight? I'll order take out."
"Hmm… Take out."
"What's wrong with take out?"
"Well it's… edible," he coughed out. "You know, I still have a list of some things we could get for that kitchen of yours. What do you say we use the time to do some shopping?"
"But what about dinner?"
"If we shop quickly, I'll make you dinner with your new accessories."
"So, I get new gadgets and your dinner? How can I refuse?"
"Well, you've got to help me in the kitchen."
"I can handle that."
"Good. I'll be over to pick you up."
A/N: Seems Renée is now the back-up Grimmopedia. lol!
Time for some shopping with Monroe. (: