Page 23 of Redeeming Heart

“Ask me what?” I played dumb, finding this moment amusing. He still showed me that he cared even though it was nothing to be bothered about.

“The guy who dropped you and Jonah off.”

I stifled a smile. “His name is Brandon.” I finally shared, having fun teasing my father.

He nodded as he was processing the news. “Well, he sure has a great taste in cars.” He said and decided it was enough interaction for today as he left the kitchen after.

“Good to know that he approves,” I whispered to myself.

CHAPTER THIRTEEN

I growled into my pillow at the thunderous knock on my bedroom door and when Jonah’s voice followed.

“Sasha! Come on, we are going to be late for the game.”

“Hmm-mmm, go away.”

One thing I hate more than anything in the world is being woken up early on a Saturday morning.

Irritation crept all over my skin when I heard him opening my door.

“You promised.” He was pouting and I had no intention of falling for that trick.

I kept my eyes closed and pretended to be asleep, maybe he will catch that I had no interest in joining him, my father, and Meredith for the Gladiators hockey game.

I heard his footsteps coming closer and without opening my eyes warned him to get out.

“If you so much come closer, I will have no choice but to kick you out.”

“Brandon will be there.” He tried but failed miserably.

“Just more reason to stay in bed,” I mumbled.

“Weren’t you the one who told me that you wanted to learn more about ice hockey?” He continued and I had a feeling that it wasn’t going to end.

“There is something called internet and television,” I replied.

“It’s not as fun as watching it live and Brandon got us these tickets. How rude will it be if we don’t go?”

I love the fact that Brandon is helping Jonah out with his ice hockey but now he was working on my nerves. “He is your friend, not mine.”

“He wants to be your friend but you keep on pushing him away.” He told me like I haven’t noticed.

“Oh, my goodness, Jonah. Do you ever give up?!” I grumbled, pushing myself and pulling my blankets aside.

His cheeky grin didn’t go unnoticed and I felt like strangling him. “What happened to personal space?” I asked, getting up and pointing at the doorway.

“I didn’t remember giving you clearance to come barging into my room.”

He just shrugged like it was no big deal and acted as if he wasn’t afraid of me. “Someone had to wake you up and your father’s way is only going to put you in a bad mood.”

“I am already in a bad mood. Now get out.” I was close to shoving him out and he must have sensed it because he left my room.

“You’ve got five minutes.” He tapped his arm, pretending to be my father.

I just gave him a blank look as I shut the door in his face. “Five minutes!” He yelled again and I know he was doing it on purpose. I don’t kill kids but he was going to be the first.

Meredith and my father seemed taken back when I joined them downstairs, dressed and ready to leave.

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