Katie and I are on your side.
Dad
Thank you.
I looked at Katie, who was now straightening all my books. “Dad’s preparing for war. He’s fine with us burning shit down.”
“Let’s do this.” Katie punched one hand with another.
I texted Wes to see what he could do to help, then looked back at her. “Let’s. Because she’s crossed her last line.”
“That was incredible,” Misty commended as the press conference finished, and I left the room, not wanting to talk to any other members of the press.
“Good, because I’m not doing that again.” I felt nauseous.
Terrance joined me. “That was amazing. I can’t believe your mom tried to fire your dad.”
“Me neither.” I headed to the elevator, Terrance with me.
“Go home, Bren,” Terrance urged.
“I think I will.” I looked at the family calendar. Grace was home this afternoon, but that was all right. I’d just let her know that I was in a bad mood and to steer clear so that I didn’t accidentally hurt her feelings.
Going up to my office, I collected my shit and grabbed my helmet.
“I’m out for the rest of the day,” I told Shayla, and went down to the elevator.
Yes. I’d go home, work my frustrations in the gym, then play the piano. By the time everyone got home, I’d be fit for human interaction.
I was almost at my bike when a small green motorcycle with a sidecar stopped in front of me.
Grace took off her helmet. “Get in the sidecar, we’re going to buy some chickens.”
“Um, what?” I just stood there blinking at her.
“I’m kidnapping you. Get in the sidecar.” Her face went stern as she sent a text. “See, I even told Jett. I know today has beenshitty. So, you’re going to come with me, and we’re going to feel better. Now, get in the sidecar.”
There was something so fucking cute about her trying to order me around. Yeah, I’d been looking forward to some solitude, but the urge to make her happy was greater.
“Look, we don’t have to talk. We can just exist together. Get in the sidecar? Please?” The pleading notes in her tone tugged at me.
“Will I fit?” Was I really going to squish myself into the sidecar to please her?
Yes, I was.
Putting on my helmet, I folded myself into the sidecar the best I could and fastened my belt. Huh. Yeah, this wasn’t made for Alphas, but it wasn’t that uncomfortable. Which meant the next time Wes made noises about not fitting, I could call him out on it.
Now, was this legal? I wasn’t sure.
“Where are we going?” I asked as she took off.
“First is food, since it’s past lunchtime.”
“I could eat.” That nauseous feeling I’d had earlier giving the press conference was passing.
We drove to an area I’d never been to that was a bit on the outskirts and stopped at some place calledMom’s Barbeque.The place looked old, and cars crowded the parking lot.
“I really want some barbeque. I mean, we got a smoker as a mating gift, but I’ll experiment with it over the weekend.” She dragged us inside a very casual, but busy, place that smelled of roasting meat.
