Vince smiled. “Toya already gone?”
I knew he was fishing, but I just nodded. “Yeah, we dropped Lynn and Toya at the airport.”
He nodded. “They were able to get a flight that fast?” He looked at Brandon, but I just laughed.
“Goddess no. I called my dad’s jet over.” I laughed. “I guess it’s my jet now.” My mom came back out for another few bags. “It’s weird thinking that everything that was my dad’s is now mine.” I shook my head. “When I was at school, it didn’t matter since we were stuck on campus, but now…” I sighed. “Anyway. What can I do for you?”
My mom walked away with a Dior bag out front, catching Vince’s eye. “Dior? Oh, you went on a nice little spree, didn’t you?”
I laughed. “Yeah. There is really no reason not to.” I turned back to them. “Do you want to come in for dinner? My mom was about to cook.” Brandon smiled and stepped forward.
But Vince put out a hand. “We are just here to follow up on the position we offered you.”
I furrowed my brow. “I’m sorry…”
Brandon smiled. “The one in the letter?” He paused and looked at his dad.
Vince stepped forward. “Yes. I was going to talk to you earlier, but after everything that happened earlier, we waited.” He handed me a folder. “Here.”
I accepted it with a smile. “Thank you.” I opened it and read the letter there. It was an entry-level job offer for the security team. “Wow.” I looked up. “This is generous”
Vince nodded, but Brandon nodded. He stepped next to me, reading over my shoulder. “I know you don’t need to work, but after going to school for it, I thought you would want to use your skills.” He pointed to the letter. “The salary isn’t the best, but you would get an office in the pack house. And you would work under Rick. He is the genius behind our firewall.”
I smiled up at him. “That would be amazing.” He leaned in and for a split second, I thought he was going to kiss me.
“Well, that’s settled.” Vince interrupted, jolting Bradon backward. “If you’re settled in back here, you can meet Brandon in the morning at the pack house around eight.” He turned around and headed back to the car. “Brandon,” He called back. “Let’s leave Amy to settle. She has bags to unpack.”
Brandon sighed, but pulled away. “I’ll see you in the morning?”
I nodded. “See you tomorrow.” My mom came out for another load of bags. I waved and then helped her with the last of the stuff. I heard the car door slam as we headed inside. We had barely made it into the living room before Shannon was running past us outside.
“Hey Brandon.” She called, but we heard the car pull away right after. I followed my mother up the stairs, and we had made it to my room door, before Shannon came running up the stairs. “Why was Brandon here?” She shrieked as she came storming up to us.
I dropped my head back with a groan. “Why are you yelling?”
“Why was Brandon here?” She screamed again.
My mom, the saint, went into the room and dropped her bags, then came and got mine. I leveled Shannon with a look. “Why does it matter?”
“It fucking matters. Why was he here?”
I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Vince offered me a job at the pack house. Brandon is going to meet me in the morning to show me to my office.” I leveled her with another look. “But it doesn’t actually matter, Shannon. You don’t care why they were here. You care more about Brandon and me having a relationship than you do anything else.” I watched her face tighten. “So I might as well tell you.”
“Amy. Don’t.” My mother tried to stop me, but I kept my eyes on Shannon.
“You don’t care what I do. Just who Brandon is with.” Shannon’s eyes darkened. “But it doesn’t matter because Brandon already asked me to be his Luna.”
Chapter Thirty
The air in the hallway froze. Her breathing became ragged. “You’re lying.” I shrugged my shoulders.
“Maybe I am, maybe I’m not.” I tilted my head. “But does it matter? You’re going to think about my words over and over until you find out the truth. Am I telling the truth, Shannon? Does the truth even matter to you?” I smiled. “Actually, that is the question I want to know. If I was telling the truth and said Brandon chose me to be his mate…would it matter to you? Or would you still mindlessly chase after him and come up with reasons that he should leave me and choose you?”
Shannon snarled. “Brandon is mine.”
I sighed. “I think we both know that isn’t true in the slightest.” My mom opened the door wider than she should have. But she just smiled.
“I put all of your stuff away in your closet.” I nodded. As she slipped past me and headed down the stairs. “I’m going to get started on dinner.” Then she was gone.
