Page 156 of Ice Princess
Not if my uncle has his way.
I nod to my truck. “I’ll come with you.”
She holds up a hand. “I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
The hitch in her voice makes me stop and look down at her.
“This is a little complicated given… I mean… he’s your uncle.”
I step back.
Rebel winces. “I’m not blaming you at all, Gunner. It’s just that April and I probably won’t have any nice things to say right now, and I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable. The last thing I want is to put you in an awkward position.”
It’s not thatI’llbe uncomfortable. It’s thatshe’llbe uncomfortable.
I guess Uncle Stewart was right.
In her eyes, I’ll always be a Kinsey.
I take another step back. “Go have your meeting with April and Chance.”
“Gunner…”
“Let me walk you to your car.”
Rebel gnaws on her bottom lip as I escort her to the pink truck.
She sneaks a peek at me. “Are you angry?”
“I’m not angry.”
“You look angry.”
“I’m not.”
“Would you tell me if you were?” She pouts. “You wouldn’t.”
I open the door for her. “Call me if you need me. I’ll come running.”
“I know.” She offers me a sad smile.
After she drives off, I return to my truck and release a weary sigh.
What do I do now?
Uncle Stewart attacked The Pink Garage and he may have another bomb to drop to make sure theystaydown. The situation is quickly getting out of control. How do I put an end to this before it escalates any further?
Lost in my thoughts, I hear a knock on my window.
It’s Rebel.
Her eyes are burning blue jewels in her face and she flaps her hands, indicating that I should lower the window. I do, my gaze wide and questioning.
“I thought you’d left,” I say.
“I came back to tell you something,” she replies, sounding winded.
I brush a lock of her hair away from her cheeks, waiting.
