ALEXANDER
Morning came earlier than I would have liked.
The previous day's trip had taken far more out of me than I had realized. By the time I returned to the pack house, all I had wanted was a hot shower and a few hours of uninterrupted sleep before reality inevitably demanded my attention again.
Reality, as usual, hadn't waited.
By seven o'clock that morning, I was already fully dressed, and ready.
Ash had already gone over my schedule with me over the phone before breakfast.
A board meeting at the company.
A review of the quarterly financial projections.
A meeting with Legal over two pending acquisitions.
And somewhere in between all of that, Ambrose.
His name had remained at the back of my mind since yesterday.
Every time I thought about the eastern border, I thought about
