Page 28 of Puck It!

I start to drive off and he asks, "Where are you going?"

"I’ll show you, but you can’t tell anyone." I take a quick glimpse over at him as I shift gears, curling a smile to my face, before I look back to the road in front of me.

He chuckles and it doesn’t take long for me to get to my spot and when we do, we get out.

My spot is nothing really special, just a pull off on the side of the road that overlooks the lake, but it is special to me.

"This is your spot?" He asks as I grab the bag of food and put it on the hood of my car.

"Yeah, this is where I come after I dance to unwind and eat; I even catch the sunrise sometimes."

He hums a laugh as he holds that intrigued but playful gaze on me, "How did you keep all this from everyone?"

"Easy. No one cared. Since I threw my skating career away, mom doesn’t seem to give a shit about what I do, since it’s not what she wants; And I guess Dakota knew so, he didn’t ask or get suspicious."

I sit on the hood of my car as Jax rests his ass against it, stretching his long-crossed legs out, and I start pulling out food containers. It’s a pile of food, but I don’t normally get all this.

"You eat all this?" He asks me in a laugh watching me pull it out and lay on my car.

"Fuck no! " I snap out with my laugh, "I told them I needed extra tonight."

He lifts a playful brow, "So, you knew you could get me out here, uh?"

"I KNOW I can get you to do anything, now." I tease.

He barks a laugh and I follow, most definitely messing with him but, I do like to be a little diva.

"You might be right about that Angel, but don’t you fear; So, can I."

"Maybe." I tease.

"Oh alright, just remember, I love a good dare."

I bite my lip with my smile, loving this between us, I know how to joke with these guys.

We both start digging into the food, enjoying our time, just me and him sitting on the hood of my car, looking out over the lake.

"So, are we going on this family vacation?" I ask, not wanting any parts in it.

"Why not? A weekend at the beach house, that’s where Dad wants to go."

"You have a beach house?"

"Dad does, not me." He looks over wiggling his brows playfully, "It can be a good time."

"I guess." I roll my eyes with my sighed words.

"What made you start coming up here? " He asks as he nods to our surroundings.

"My dad." I suck in a deep breath letting it out with a sigh as I look out over the lake, and the memories of my dad hit me, "If you really want to know, you are kind of eating with him too."

"Do what?" He looks over with his hard stare and I lift my brow holding my wide playful smile on him. Then I swallow hard not realizing, now I have to explain it, "When Dad got sick, he made me promise that I wouldn’t let my mom stick his urn on the shelf to collect dust or sit in a closet."

"So, he told me, to switch the ashes in his urn so mom didn’t know and spread his ashes here. And well, I did. So, I guess you’re eating with him."

He holds his hard shocked stare on me, probably like what the fuck Macie, until his words bark out in a laugh, "You did what!"

"I know right, dad was slick." We both share a laugh before I explain some more, "He knew mom wouldn’t allow it, and he didn’t deserve to sit on a shelf, he deserved to be somewhere he loved, outside."

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