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Gabriel chuckled. “I don’t. Just normal glasses.”
“Then why haven’t I seen them before?”
“Contacts.”
“Did you… have them in the whole heat? That can’t be good for your eyes.”
His hand came down on what he could reach of my ass in a gentle smack. “No. I need them for things that are more than a few feet away. Considering you were very close to me the whole heat, I was fine.”
“Oh.”
He smelled so good, and now full and happy, snuggling was probably going to lead to sleeping. So I asked another question. “You have a lot of monitors. Not exactly what I think of when I picture a stern, executive director.”
“Well, I don’tonlywork in here.”
“You don’t?”
He typed for a few seconds. “I might play some video games from time to time.”
“Is my Alpha a secret nerd?” Pulling back to look at him, I smiled.
“A little bit. Though I don’t know how often I’ll play them now that I haveyouto play with.”
I messed his hair up further by playing with it. “No. You’re not going to stop doing things you enjoy just because I’m here.”
“But Ithoroughlyenjoy doingyou.”
“I walked right into that one.”
“Yes, you did.”
Going back to leaning on him, he started typing again.
“My grandmother wants to see all of us tomorrow. Can you go?”
“Of course. I’d love to meet her.”
“What about the company?”
Gabriel hummed and wrapped an arm around me briefly. “Don’t worry about that, little one.”
“I do worry about it.” My words were muffled by his t-shirt.
He sighed, and the sound was heavy. “It’s a bit of a mess, and unfortunately I have to play politics in order to get it all fixed. But we should be okay. The performances ofGisellewill continue, but other than necessary rehearsals for whoever’s up, I’m pushing all other rehearsals a full two weeks. And after, the rehearsal schedule will benormal. No more twelve hour days.”
His tone betrayed everything he really felt about it.
“I know we signed those extra contracts,” I said. “But the show being moved up? That’s the part that made everything worse.”
“Yeah.” Lifting his hands from the keyboard, he held me tight against him. “There was a scheduling issue. Or so we were told. The stage floor is being refinished, and there was a miscommunication. This coming weekend, when the accelerated run wassupposedto open, someone scheduled the re-finish because it was earlier than SCB’s normal season.”
So instead of pushing everything back, Ian had pulled it forward. Bastard.
“Mark agreed to cover me for the heat. When I finally got back to everything today, the contractor canceled the re-fit.”
My body wilted without me even meaning to. So all of it had been for nothing, essentially.
“I know, little one. I’m sorry. Things happen when organizations transition like this, but there’s no excuse for it. I found someone to come in and do the construction, since it did need to be done. The only reason it turned out this way was a vacuum in leadership. It’s my fault.”
