The memory faded.
Eira kept her voice even. "I don't remember. You stopped coming home for dinner, and you stopped asking me to bring food to the office."
That shut Alpha Sebastian up.
He knew exactly where he had been. Since Serena returned, he had picked her up from work almost every night. Dinner with her had become part of his routine.
"You know how busy I am," he said. "Late meetings. Client dinners."
The same excuses, recycled until even he believed them.
"Next time, pick up the suit yourself," Eira said.
His tone softened. "How's Mrs. Thorne?"
"She's fine."
"Good. Come home tomorrow. You're not working this weekend, right?"
"No."
"Perfect. I signed you up for something. Check your messages."
He hung up before she could ask what he meant.
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