“How long have you been eavesdropping?” I asked, giving up on the book in my lap. I set it on the table.
“I wasn’t eavesdropping,” she countered. “I just have really good hearing.”
“Uh-huh.”
When Mom was a kid, she’d lost her sight for years. The doctors hadn’t been able to say why she couldn’t see, and they hadn’t known if it would ever come back. By the time she was able to see again, all of her other senses had taken up the slack, and they’d just never stopped. She could hear me and Gray arguing from across the house with two closed doors between us.
“I’m glad she came over,” Mom said, leaning against the couch. “You should get out and do some shit while you’re home.”
“Good grief, Ma,” I complained. “I’ve been here a day, and I’ve already gone to a party.”
“I just don’t want you to hole yourself up in here.”
“I won’t. Promise.”
“Good. Your dad’s going to offer to take you to the club on Monday so you can pick out a car to borrow for a while until you figure out if you want to buy a new one or whatever.”
“I don’t need—”
“Yes, you do. You’re an adult. You need something to drive. Plus, your grandpa’s already agreed that you could use one of the loaners they keep.”
“Because they love me,” I said with a grin.
“Act surprised when your dad tells you,” she said, straightening. “I just wanted to give you a heads up so you didn’t turn him down after he’s been making calls to make sure he could work it out.”
“I’ll act appropriately surprised and thankful.”
“Spoiled,” she murmured as she walked away.
Throwing the blanket off my lap, I got to my feet and brought the book with me to my room. Mom clearly wasn’t going to let me laze around while I was home, at least not long term, so I needed to be a little less slug-like. First, I needed to unpack all of my stuff and store the suitcases.
I’d deal with my phone on Monday. It was the weekend, so it wasn’t as if I could handle anything now anyway. Everything could wait another couple of days. Then I’d start getting my shit together.
I made it to my room, then fell face first onto the bed.
I could unpack tomorrow.
Chapter 4
Sebastian
“You still workingon that Dyna?” Dragon asked as I strode out of the garage.
I paused and turned toward him, surprised he’d even noticed. The president of the Eugene chapter of the Aces was a good man. He was fair, and he’d lay his life down for any one of us—but he didn’t really pay attention to the shit we were working on as long as each of us was pulling our weight.
“Probably for a couple more days,” I informed him. “The rust was fuckin’ everywhere.”
Dragon nodded. “I’ll check it out when you’re finished. Grease said you’ve been killin’ it.”
I nodded back and watched him walk inside the clubhouse. Shaking off the weird interaction, I strode over to the covered area at the end of the garage for some privacy and quiet.
I’d been going back and forth about calling the lawyer back all weekend, but in the end, I figured I should probably just do it. I couldn’t imagine a scenario where Bernice had left me money or anything like that, but I was pretty sure after researching that even if I didn’t want whatever she’d left me—I still had to sign papers to that effect. If I didn’t call him back, he was going to keep calling me. I might as well face it.
Scrolling through my recent calls, I ignored the embarrassing number of times I called Harper’s phone and found the lawyer’s incoming call.
“Concord and Ford, how can I direct your call?” the receptionist answered.
“Hey, I’m calling for Lewis Concord,” I replied awkwardly.
