Konrad stared at him. It wasn’t on the calendar. He’d double-checked to make sure Sewell didn’t have anything booked. “When did the booking come in?”
“Three days ago, I think.” Sewell moved some papers around on the desk.
“It’s not on the calendar.”
“It’s not?” Wide eyes met his. Since when did Sewell widen his eyes?
“No.”
“I asked Oswald to write it down. He must’ve forgotten. I’m meeting them at a quarter to twelve, so I need to leave…twenty past eleven to be sure to make it on time.”
Konrad nodded to hide his frustration. He’d have wanted to stay with Dahy at the coffee shop. Roan would be there. It would be fine. “Right, so I go get Dahy, leave him with Roan, and then I come to relieve you.” He grabbed his car keys and spun them on his finger.
Sewell nodded. “You want me to go and replace Roan now?”
“Yes. He’s in the park outside the hotel.”
Sewell grabbed a jacket. “Okay, see you there in a bit.”
Konrad gave him one sharp nod in confirmation. It had been hell to leave Dahy this morning, but he’d told himself it only would be for a couple of hours. Then they’d be together at the coffee shop, and Dahy could come with him to the office afterward. They’d be together for the rest of the day, but now because Sewell hadn’t written down his bookings, he’d have to leave Dahy again. Growling, he headed toward the door.
* * * *
Dahy glanced at Konrad in the driver’s seat. “Is everything okay?”
“Yeah.” Konrad nodded, but the grip on the steering wheel was tight. “I have to…I’ll drop you off, then I have to go fix a thing.”
“Okay.” He hadn’t believed Konrad would stay with them. Jyran had told him he was coming without Gideon, much to Gideon’s dismay, and Dahy had assumed he’d show up without a mate as well.
“There is some…I have to watch the guy at the hotel, but Roan will be there.”
“It’ll be fine.” Dahy patted his thigh. It was cute that he worried.
“Yes, it will, but with you, Jyran, and Myka at the same place, I…” The words died out and Konrad pursed his lips and frowned at the road.
“You what?”
“Nothing. I worry.”
“I’ve survived for thirty-four years, I’m sure I’ll last for a few more.” Dahy grinned at him, but Konrad didn’t return it.
“I have this feeling…” He grimaced.
Dahy straightened. He never ignored foreboding feelings. They’d saved his life more than once. “What kind?”
“Something isn’t right.”
“Concerning?”
“I’m not sure. Ordbury. They have a new alpha, and it doesn’t feel right, which is why I sent Farris there, but he keeps coming back here. Following people who come here, which makes me think some of them are in contact with people here.”
“You think someone in the pack is going behind your back and having something with the Ordbury pack?” Dahy didn’t know much about pack rules or politics. He knew to stay away from wolves—which he’d done a splendid job of this past week. He rolled his eyes at himself. It was survival rule number one, stay away from wolves.
Konrad glanced at him before focusing on the traffic again. They were close to the coffee house now. “Maybe. I don’t know.” He flipped on the indicator as a car in front of them signaled it was turning out of a parking lot along the street. As soon as the car turned out into the traffic, Konrad slid into the place it had vacated.
“I’m sure it’s fine.” Dahy patted his thigh again, and this time Konrad grabbed his hand.
“If anything feels off, run.”