#Chapter 136 What's Happening?

Emily The only thing that I have to worry about in this moment is breakfast. While Logan handles a meltdown over the phone, I am facing another battle in the kitchen, the stove top, refusing to work as I attempt to fry a few eggs for my husband. I am on the verge of giving up when the blue and orange flame flickers back to life, trapped under the weight of the pan. I smirk at it, knowing that I have won the battle. It is simply the war that I have to worry about now. Before I can even flip the eggs, I look up and noticed the strained expression on Logan's face. I sigh and placed my hands on my hips, hating the fact that he is being tortured on our vacation. Just from listening to his loud voice that carries across the open layout of the beach home, another supplier pulled out of the pack’s contract. It seems to be one of the bigger suppliers that Logan's pack was worKing with, somebody who helped supply medicine and medical services specifically to his pack’s needs. It pains me