Page 95 of Finding the Forward: Part Two
Oh, we were in for it, weren’t we? I’d get my research to her today.
“They’re safe, right?” My heart still ached for my little brother. It had been an accident, and I’d been too small to do anything, but it still hurt my heart.
“Yes,” she nodded. “Grace is prepared to move them the moment she thinks they’re not. I’m more worried about Chance. Having Baba and Mama’s full attention isn’t nearly as fun as he thought it would be. Though he joined his school fútbol team, so that’s helping him make friends.”
“We’ll keep an eye on him, too,” I agreed.
“Thanks. I’m so excited that Hale brought my car. I missed driving.” She put her empty mug and bowl in the sink, her shoulders doing a little happy dance.
“Do you really think he did, Ver?” Mercy’s eyebrows rose as she ate and texted at the same time.
“Of course he would. It’s my car. I wasn’t expecting them for a few more days. Wasn’t Dare going to stay with Hale until BosTec starts?” Verity rinsed the dishes.
I’d have to see about a parking space for her. AJ was talking about getting a car, too.
“I’m going to get my things and text everyone where we’re going so they don’t worry,” Verity told me as she put the dishes in the dishwasher. “Mercy, are you coming with? I can’t wait to visit that bakery.”
Oh, I hoped she loved it as much as I did.
“I’ll run to campus because I need to work on my stamina. I’ll grab the coffees at the student union and bring them to the greenhouse?” Mercy grabbed my bowl and hers and took them to the sink.
“Perfect. If they give you any trouble using my dining dollars, call me.” Verity left the kitchen.
“I’m pretty sure Hale didn’t bring her car. He’s not going to give it back. Even though she told me not to, I should just buy her one, right?” Mercy rinsed the dishes and added them to the dishwasher.
I knew what she wanted to get her, and I shook my head. “Don’t give Deloitte Automotive your money. They’re fuckers that don’t treat their workers right.”
They also owned a hockey team. Filled with fuckers.
“She needs something cute and fast, though. If not a convertible, something like in those car racing movies we were watching.” She gave the pan a scrub and added that to the dishwasher.
“Yes, she does.” I could see it now. Verity had enough taken away from her and she deserved nice things. Yes, if Hale didn’t bring back her car, I had the perfect one in mind.
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Verity
“Youwhat?” I shrieked at my brother Hale. All the happiness I’d felt from trying fish-shaped waffles with different fillings at the bakery I’d gone to with Jonas evaporated.
My younger brother had done some bizarre shit in his life.
Nothing topped this.
“Your car was old. You live in New York City. You don’t need one.” Hale shrugged, as he stood there, unrepentant.
My younger brother was my height, but had a more traditional alpha build. Like usual, he wore too-tight jeans and cowboy boots. He had Mom’s long, luscious brown locks, tanned skin, and nose, along with Dad’s face and blue eyes.
Right now, those eyes blinked at me as if he’d done nothing wrong.
“It’s not that old,” I fired back, well aware that despite the cold, we weren’t the only people in the greenhouse area and attracting stares.
The fact that people watched me didn’t temper my anger.
“That was my car.Mine.That I bought with my own money andlentto you.” I threw the lily bulb in my hand at his chest.
“Ow.” Hurt crossed his face as saltiness tinged his fruity scent, which always reminded me of pluots and honey.
Dare chuckled, wearing his usual heavy eyeliner and all-black, including hisBosTec Orchestrahoodie. “Wow. I didn’t realize your voice could still reach that pitch.”
