Page 90 of Dream Mates
Cook more? That sounded like her sister Sasha talking. Sasha had a whole bunch of opinions on how Riley was being raised here. But Riley should learn to cook. Along with all the other tasks you needed to know when living on your own.
“I’ll teach you whatever you want to know. I can do more than bake,” I said. Did they have smokers here so I could make some real barbecue?
“Grace apparently worked at abakery.” Wes took another eggroll.
“I did. I baked cupcakes and cookies mostly. Sometimes I helped with the pastries and cakes. It was fun. Also, it made me popular in classes, since I often brought stuff that had been made the day before and didn’t sell.”
“Your baked goods were a hit at the art club bake sale,” Riley added.
“I’m so glad.” I’d worked hard to make everything.
“So, who got in trouble?” Wes teased.
Riley told us all about who got in trouble at school today.
“Work went well?” Jett asked me.
“Yep. No trouble there. I like it.” I dipped my eggroll in sauce. “Jett, these are so good. Riley, make sure you get your application in for the internship program, and encourage your friends. Maybe I can reach out to your science and math teachers? There aren’t very many high school applications, and it closes soon.”
“Hiro and I are going to work on ours,” Riley said.
“Friday night is the Finchley Academy talent show. I’ve got a bunch of clients in it, including Rose. Does anyone want to come with me? They always put on a good show.” Evan took a bite of rice.
“Me. Rose’s routine is fire.” Riley stole Evan’s eggroll.
“Speaking of Finchley…” Brennan rubbed his forehead, grimacing. “My mother has informed me that there will be no funding for scholarships for next year.”
“What?” Evan looked like he was about to cry. Those scholarships were used to get young omegas out of bad situations by sending them to omega boarding schools.
“That bitch. Let me at her.” Riley made a face.
“This is unacceptable. You know why she’s doing this. To punish us,” Jett stated, taking a sip of champagne.
“I know.” Brennan sighed.
“I’ve already found a lawyer that specializes in small family foundations. To start, we won’t need a staff, other than an assistant. The board is right here.” Spencer took another bite.
Jett nodded. “Let’s do it. You’ve been talking about starting our own foundation for years.”
“You’re right, it’s time. Spence, we’ll talk later and figure out how much we’ll need to get started. I need to determine if I’m going to have to demand my share or not,” Brennan told us.
“Do it anyway. Force property sales if you have to. Katie’s gotten her share, so should you. You got degrees, found mates, started a pack. There’s no good reason why the Queen Mum should still be holding out on you.” Jett said. “Seriously, the scholarships? That’s a low blow on her part. They’re kids who need help.”
“Was it because of me?” My shoulders rounded. The guys had left in the middle of Brennan’s mom’s big foundation gala because an encounter with Brennan's ex left me injured.
“No. It’s because Caroline’s a bitch–and so is my mother.” Brennan made a face. “Okay, we’ll do this. Which means that we need to actually decide on a family last name.”
While some people did keep their own last names, especially professionally, it apparently wasn’t uncommon for packs to choose one that everyone then took or had a pack name. I liked the idea of choosing a last name together.
“I have more thoughts,” Riley stated.
“More swear word last names?” Jett laughed.
They were all very creative.
“No. If we truly want to piss off the Queen Mum, let’s take Grace’s last name. It’s pretty,” Riley suggested.
My last name. I tapped my lips with my finger. What was there about my last name?
