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“Find what?” Dad asks, coming in the back sliding glass door. He spends most of his mornings in the shop.
“Lincoln needed some ibuprofen,” she states.
Dad stares at me, like he’s trying to crack some sort of code. “You alright?”
“I’m fine,” I lie. “I told mom, I’m just sore.”
Colson strides into the kitchen, fully clothed. Thank God.
“She has a nasty bruise on her hip, so I told her to ice it.”
Damn it, Colson.
“Let me see,” my dad demands, closing the distance between us. I pull my shorts down a bit so he can see the top part of the monstrous purple beast.
“You need to have that checked out, Linc. It needs an x-ray.”
I shake my head, “It’s fine, Dad, really.”
“She hit the dirt pretty hard,” Colson adds. “It wouldn’t hurt, Linc.”
I’m going to murder him. He knows how my dad reacts to an injury. He’ll make me pause training to heal, and I don’t want another setback. I shoot him a hateful glare.
“He’s right,” Dad says. “Make an appointment, Kate.”
I look at mom, begging her to argue but she doesn’t.
“What are ya’ll in here yelling about?” Reiss says, his hair still messed up from sleeping.
“They are dragging me to the doctor for no reason,” Ihuff, and Colson crosses the room yanking my shirt up and the side of my shorts down.
“Fucking hell, Linc. You should go, that could be fractured.”
“I should be training,” I sneer.
“You aren’t touching a dirtbike until you are cleared by a physician.” Dad says, and then grabs a muffin, non-chalantly walking back outside. Like my training doesn’t mean shit.
Pissed off, I stomp up the stairs, the best I can with my good leg, trying to make sure that Colson hears it. I rummage through my drawers trying to find my Lakeside t-shirts from last summer, and pull one over my head.
“Where are you going?” Reiss asks, barging into my room and leaning against the doorframe.
“I have a shift at Lakeside with Stassie.”
He shakes his head, “You need to listen to Dad. If something is wrong, you need to know.”
“I’m fine, Reiss.” I snap. “Colson is pissing me off, he needs to mind his own damn business.”
Reiss shakes his head, “What is wrong with you, Linc? Colson cares about you. He’s only looking out for your best interest.”
I feel my face heat with anger, “He’s not looking out for anyone but himself, Reiss.”
“He loves you, Lincoln. We all do. Just suck it up and go to the doctor with Mom, I’ll cover your shift.”
Quietly, I nod in agreement. Reiss can make me do almost anything, and when he whips out the “I love you, little sis” card, it’s all I can do to think straight. He doesn’t say it often but he means it.
When I make it to the bottom of the stairs, Mom is onthe phone with a client. She runs a salon in town, and stays pretty booked out.
“Yeah, I can be there in twenty minutes,” she says, ending the call. “A waterline has burst at the salon. I need to go check it out.”
