I also didn’t think he would be able to stop himself from showing me he was here.
With this information in mind, I got up and got ready for the day.
I’d share what I thought with Odin once I got Wendy dropped off at school.
Dressed and ready for the day in jeans and a long-sleeved shirt, I’d just stepped out of my bedroom when Wendy came skipping down the hall wearing a big jacket and boots.
My brows rose. “You cold?”
“Grandma told me that I had to take a jacket to school today because it’s supposed to snow before I get home from school.” Her eyes were lit with excitement. “Are you excited?”
No.
I hated snow.
I hated cold.
And I really hated pants.
“I guess so,” I lied.
Wendy made her excited jazz hands and said, “We can build snowmen!”
The “snowmen” portion of her statement was said in such a high-pitched tone that my ears protested.
“Inside voices, damn,” my father said as he came around the corner. “What’s up, buttercup?”
I studied my dad. “Why are you in my house?”
“Because I ran out of coffee and your mother is over here,” he pointed out. “I go where she goes.”
My lips curved at one edge. “Are you telling me that you let your expensive Colombian coffee run out?”
“I’m not telling you anything.” He sighed. “I need to make a run back to Texas to hit up H-E-B.” He looked deadly serious. “I saw that they had glazed croissants. I’ll bring some home for you.”
“Dad, the nearest H-E-B is over thirty hours away,” I pointed out. “There’s no way that the croissants will be any good by the time you arrive home. Plus, you’re busy as hell here. When will you find the sixty hours to drive there and back?”
“I was thinking about asking your mom if she wanted to go to that wildlife conference in Dallas again. It’s this weekend.”
I eyed him. “You have seventeen animals in the sanctuary right now. How do you expect them to be taken care of without you or Harvey here?”
“You’re perfectly capable,” he pointed out.
I mean, in a pinch I was.
I could feed them and make sure their kennels and aviaries were clean. However, I was not a medical professional. I also wasn’t a rehab specialist. Short of basic care, they needed someone here who could provide them with more than I could.
“Dad,” I sighed.
Dad groaned and threw his hands up. “I can’t live without my coffee, Constance Eugenie!”
“It’d make more sense for me to go to H-E-B to get these items than it would for you,” I pointed out.
“What are y’all talking about?” Mom asked.
“Grandpa wants glazed croissants. Mom told him he couldn’t leave. Grandpa is grumpy because Coco is right.”
“We’re not leaving, Israel.” My mother laughed. “We need to get more established here. Then when we’re ready to go on vacation, we’ll have to hire a vet.”
