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“I’m fine. As always, I appreciate your concern,” Lyric says calmly.
“Don’t play games, Lyr. What is going on with Harper?” I press.
She gives me a half-smile. “As I said, we’ve got things handled.”
“Gracie is busy with the baby,” I remind her.
Lyric shoots me a look, hands on her hips. “You men really think we can’t manage anything without you.”
“Yet you needed me to come get you,” I point out.
“Not really. Mom insisted that I let her arrange who’d pick me up since I was arriving too late. I’m glad it wasn’t her since I need to dodge Mom’s questions right now,” she admits. “So, where am I staying?”
I smile slightly. “With me, of course.”
I grab her bags as we head toward the parking lot. That’s when I spot Ameline sitting alone on a bench, waiting.
“She’s still here. We should offer her a ride,” Lyric says. Before I can react, she strides over to Ameline.
“Leave it alone,” I say with a warning, chasing after her.
“Really, you wouldn’t care if something happened to her because she stayed alone at the airport?” Lyric instigates.
Of course I care, but what can I do? Obviously, there’s a part of me that wants to call Uncle Mason or Finnegan so I could get a security detail to watch over Ameline not only while she’s waiting for a car, but during the rest of her life. But I lost the right to watch after her, or maybe I never had it. Who the fuck knows?
“See, this is what I don’t understand. You’ve always had a thing for her but never acted on it,” Lyric says.
I stare at her stoically, making sure that she doesn’t see through me. I won’t admit or deny the allegation. We have to stop discussing Ameline.
“Well, if you won’t do anything, I will.” Lyric makes a beeline toward Ame.
I groan, trying to decide what to do next or how to stop my sister.
This is what Deckers do best—pick up strays. It’s ingrained in our DNA to help anyone in need.
However, those good deeds often come back to bite us. It’s the old saying: the road to hell is paved with good intentions. I’m done with unintended consequences, which include assisting Ameline. She could have changed over the past decade, but I doubt she’s stopped being stubborn.
But in truth, I can’t ignore her. With a sigh, I haul my sister’s bags over to the bench where she now sits next to Ameline.
My patience has run thin and tomorrow I have a lot to do. Though I would love to say fuck you two and figure out your ride I look at Ameline and say firmly, “Let’s head out now. Lyric has been traveling all day, and I’m sure you want to rest, too.”
She gives me a challenging glare.
Fuck, she’s so fucking stubborn. I glare back as if saying, you either come peacefully or I’ll throw you over my shoulder and take you with me.
Well, I wouldn’t do it, but I want to so badly.
“It’s okay. I just need to wait a few hours,” Ameline replies.
“Nonsense, you should come with us,” Lyric urges. “Otherwise, I’ll have to keep you company here.”
I give Ameline an impatient look. With a sigh, she realizes I’m very close to losing my shit. With a defeated look she finally stands up.
It’s hard not to smile, but I do my best to make sure I don’t gloat. “Where’s your luggage?” I ask.
“This is it.” She shows me her backpack. “This is just a day-ish trip.”
“You said you’ll probably leave on Friday, or Sunday,” Lyric adds.
