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to sit next to Lorraine. Staring at Grams hard, I saw the
slight shake of her head as I moved to sit next to Logan. Okay I
would keep the peace for now, but as the future alpha’s mate,
Lorrain’s place was next to him, not across from him.
    Ali didn’t pick up on the hint though,
clearing her throat. “Lorraine, would you be more comfortable next
to Logan?” she asked sweetly.
    Grams grimaced and I grinned as Lorraine
snarled at her, “No, I would not be more comfortable next to
him.”
    Ali sat back shocked as she looked to Grams
and me for guidance. Grams shook her head again and I gave her a
low high five. Logan’s hands flexed into fits on the table, glaring
at his fiancé, the muscles in his jaw twitching from repressed
violence.
    Smoothly, Grams sat opening her leather bound
organizer with one side ready for notes and the other the schedule
we had prepared for everyone.
    Checking her gold Michael Kor’s watch she
looked back to Logan, “Per the terms that all the parties agreed
upon we shall begin in ten minutes with the issue of ownership of
the 1950 Mustang.”
    Lorrain and Logan both nodded, glaring holes
into each other.
    “This is going to be an awkward ten minutes.”
I muttered, drumming my fingers against the table.
    Luckily we only had to wait six minutes and
thirty-two seconds for the rest of the packs to filter in. They
must have been waiting to give Lorrain and Logan time to get
settled.
    I was surprised to see Jay and his mate
looking at odds as well as she took a seat next to Lorrain and Jay
next to Logan. Her red rimmed eyes looked everywhere except at her
mate, but he couldn’t take his gaze away from her.
    Next in the lineup was Dean and two
additional men I didn’t know. They were the only ones who looked to
be in fairly good moods.
    Dean waved to me and I smiled back at him.
“Any chance you have cookies to bribe the auditor?” I asked
hopefully.
    Chuckling, he shook his head, “Sorry didn’t
know bribery was allowed. You are looking well.”
    I cast a look at Jay’s mate. “It’s been a
boring couple of days,” I replied. Jay’s mate hadn’t altered her
gaze from the table in front of her.
    I turned to Grams, giving her the floor
smiling. Nodding, she began. “We are going to begin with the issue
of ownership of the Mustang,” she started.
    “Will Jay please raise his hand?” she asked
crisply.
    Grumpily, Jay raised an arm clad in a leather
jacket and cobalt blue silk shirt.
    “And will Jezebel also raise her hand?” Grams
finished, looking at the woman in front of him.
    Tentatively, Jezebel raised a hand, still not
looking up.
    Grams looked at me and I sighed. “I have a
bad feeling about this,” I muttered.
    “We are just here to discuss the car,” she
reminded me.
    I nodded, keeping my trap shut.
    “Jezebel, let’s begin with you,” Grams said
gently.
    “I just need the car to leave. It was a gift
to me from Jay for our tenth anniversary. The title is in both of
our names, but it was a gift,” she said again, meeting his stone
eyes.
    “She cannot leave. She is unstable,” he
growled back, not bothering to look at us.
    I blinked back and forth to each of them. Jay
was correct she couldn’t leave. She couldn’t be trusted on her own
as a loner.
    Grams cleared her throat softly and said, “We
are only here to settle the matter of ownership of the vehicle, not
what is done with it after.”
    Turning, I looked at her. She was right. I
nodded, sliding back in my chair, letting her have the floor.
    “Is the title here?” she asked.
    Jay pulled a worn piece of paper of his
jacket pocket, handing it to Logan, who in turn transferred it to
me. I opened it flat between Grams and myself.
    “This is old,” I muttered, looking back at
the feuding couple.
    “How long have you been a mated pair?” I
asked gently.
    Jay answered, leaning forward still not
looking away from his mate, “Seventy-four years,” he answered. “And
she wants to leave me now.”
    “How