Hello bitch!
Okay, she’s not actually drooling, but fuck!
Jack has the audacity to chuckle!
Caine doesn’t even notice anything. He just continues to hold my hand, linking his fingers through mine.
“I’ll have a black coffee. Sweetheart, what do you want?” he asks, looking at me.
I want April to stop eye-fucking my boyfriend. “I’ll take a coffee with cream and sugar, please, and a water,” I say, keeping my other thoughts to myself.
Then April looks at my brother. He just raises his brows and smirks. “I’ll have the same as my sister.”
It’s only then that April seems to notice me. “And you’re having?”
“Seriously?” I ask indignantly.
“For fuck’s sake,” Caine mutters.
I jerk my head in his direction, shocked by his words. I guess he has been paying attention.
April’s brows raise, and she turns a dark shadeof scarlet. “I apologize,” she says… to Caine.
“Just get us all coffees. Bring cream and sugar and waters.”
April nods and walks away.
“Must be difficult being you,” Jack says.
“Fuck off,” Caine replies with a laugh.
I won’t lie, that makes me giggle again.
“Do you own this?” I ask quietly.
“No, it’s a rental,” Caine says. “We needed to leave, and I have access to a fleet of private jets.”
“A fleet?” I ask, my jaw on the floor.
The rest of the flight to Seattle goes much smoother now that April knows Caine isn’t available. As far as I’m concerned, she can just go fuck right off.
My leg bounces as I sit and wait for my coffee. All the negative thoughts I could be thinking swirl in my mind. What am I going to be walking into? Will I even have a room to clean out? I want some of my dad’s things. Will there be anything left of him in the house?
“It’s gonna be fine,” Jack states calmly.
The look on his face tells me he isn’t sure, but I love him even more for trying.
I take a deep breath and nod my head. “I hope so. Are you okay?”
“I’m worried, but I’m glad we’re doing this together.”
I reach out and take his hand. “Thank you,” I say. “I’m grateful for you.”
Chapter Thirty-Eight
Mikayla
I place my bag on the rack inside the closet. My mind is racing with all sorts of negative thoughts, and my hands shake. I stand and shake them out.
