“And now?”
“The museum is looking at diverting some funds toward British literature.”
“We’re in California,” he snapped.
“Remington.”
“Is there another grant we can apply for? An alternate source of funding?”
“Not that I’m aware of, but if you find one, let me know.”
“Happy Monday, indeed,” he muttered, hanging up on his boss with a rough stab of his finger.
Without thinking, he dialed Jace, who also answered on the third ring.
“You caught me on my break, what’s up?” Jace answered.
“Am I on speaker?” he asked, hearing the hollow sound of Jace’s voice in his ear.
“Yep. I’m in the car with Callahan and Sebastian. They came to get coffee.”
“Convenient.” He smirked.
“You’re close,” Callahan said, “Why don’t you ever come get coffee on your breaks?”
“I don’t normally get breaks, and when I do, I get free coffee from the kitchen.”
“I make better coffee,” Jace chirped.
“Are you saying I should come get some?” he asked.
“Are you on a break?” Callahan asked back.
“I’ve been clocked in for ten minutes.”
“As good a time as any,” Sebastian’s quiet answer came through the phone.
“Fine.” He sighed. Grant wouldn’t like it, but he wasn’t going to have a job much longer anyway, so it didn’t much matter. “I’ll be there in five.”
“I’ll get it made. We’re in the alley,” Jace offered.
“How seedy.” Remington ended the call and slipped his phone into his pocket before heading out. The coffee shop was close, only a few blocks from the museum, tucked in-between a row of ridiculously named farm-to-table restaurants. He turned into the alley and found Callahan’s car idling beside a big blue dumpster. He opened the back door and climbed inside, landing against the cool leather seat beside Sebastian.
“You drunk yet?” he asked, arching a brow.
“Good morning to you, too, Remington.” Sebastian raised the straw of his iced coffee to his lips and took a drink. “I’ll have you know I’m quite sober today.”
“He’s hungover,” Callahan said.
Jace turned around from the passenger seat and thrust a clear plastic cup at him, which he took with a grateful smile.
“This isn’t like you,” Jace said. “What’s wrong?”
“What’s not like him?” Sebastian asked.
“Remington loves his job; he doesn’t skip out like this.”
“I do love my job, but I won’t have it for much longer.”
