“You could have attended the meeting where these things were discussed had you bent the knee,” I said, rolling my eyes at the irksome pup. Seth looked about ready to pop his long Sherman, but Caleb rested a hand over his and shook his head. “The plan seems solid to me, and the longer we wait, the more time there is for Lionel to see these decisions. Let’s just go with it,” he urged, and Seth narrowed his eyes.
