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Bam nodded slowly.
“Why? What aren’t you telling me?”
“Don’t freak out, okay?”
Daisy sat back. “What do you know?” she asked, her voice hushed and worried.
“I saw your daddy leave the house this morning with Charlie, Havoc, and Lucien. They pulled up in Havoc’s truck and sent Charlie to the door to get him, then they drove away.”
“Nooooo,” she breathed.
“That was a while ago, though. Whatever they’re doing, it’s too late to prevent.”
Daisy immediately opened her mind, planning to reach for Havoc.
“I wouldn’t do that,” Bam said.
“I have to tell them to stop. If they’re going to see to what I think they are, they could really get in trouble.”
“First, they’re grown shifters. They can figure a way out of it. And Kaid and Brandt both keep enough cash for bail on hand regardless. Second, don’t interrupt in case they’ve gotten themselves into a sticky situation.”
“I didn’t want this, Uncle Bam. I didn’t want anyone else to have to pay for my idiocy.”
“You’re not an idiot. You’re trusting, and innocent, and loyal, and you expect everyone else to be the same. They’re not. People are horrible.”
They sat quietly for several minutes before Bam tapped her on the knee and stood up. “Come on.”
“I can’t leave. I have students coming after school.”
“We’re not leaving. You’re going to teach me how to sculpt.”
“With metal, like Aunt Everly?”
“No, with clay.”
“Like a wheel, vases and stuff?”
“No, like using my hands to form and carve away pieces until I have a beautiful gift to give to my Ever.”
Daisy smiled, though it was a little tense. “That’s so sweet. I want a man that loves me like that.”
“I think you’ve found one.”
“You really think that?”
“I do. And you do, too, or you wouldn’t have trusted him with the things you haven’t told anyone else.”
Bam took Daisy by the hand and led her to the back room where she kept the sculpting clay and tools, and pottery wheels. “Okay, show me how to make something for my ever,” he said.
Daisy nodded, then she hugged him. “Thank you, Uncle Bam.”
“You’re welcome, my Daisy,” he said, kissing her forehead quickly like he used to when she was a little girl and would so easily get her feelings hurt. “I know you’re still worried, but it will be okay. Trust me.”
Chapter 17
This part of Bayou St. John was, believe it or not, a wide, well manicured expanse of water that split the city. The more wealthy who lived on the far side of the bayou lived in gated communities, the back yards of their homes backing up near the bayou. They often peddled their peddle-boats, and paddled their kayaks along the bayou when they got home in the evenings, and more on the weekends. This was exactly where the professor and his well-deserved wife lived in an overly large, overly ornate three story, gated home completed with an in-ground pool and glass walled pool house just beyond.
On the opposite side of Bayou St. John, where the everyday people lived, Havoc, Bane, Charlie, and Lucien sat in Havoc’s truck, finishing off the last of their poboys, as the sun went down and they kept an eye on Professor Bourne’s house.
