Page 49 of Legacy

I shoved at his arm, even as he turned the wheel. “Mean.”

“I am mean. What can I say? However, I’m glad your family was there for you. And Bodhi.”

“You weren’t around other than that one weekend of me learning to drive, and even then, I didn’t actually get behind the wheel until I was eighteen.” I didn’t know why I needed to reiterate that I wasn’t that much younger than him.

“I always wondered why you took forever to get your driver’s license.” I shrugged as he turned down his road. The same road that this house was apparently located.

“Everybody drove me around, and I could walk everywhere in town. It wasn’t until I realized that I was going to need to drive in Denver that I got my driver’s license. A lot of kids these days wait till they’re eighteen.”

“I’ve noticed that. It never made any sense to me. I wanted to be behind the wheel as soon as I possibly could.”

“But I was spoiled.”

“You are a spoiled brat.”

“Rude. I’m allowed to call myself spoiled. You can’t call me spoiled or a brat.”

“You’re a brat, and we both know it,” he reiterated as he parked in the driveway of the small two-bedroom house that looked fricking adorable. It had blue shutters, blue trim, and a well-kept lawn and garden.

“You do all this? The maintenance?”

“I don’t mind. The family needs help, and they pay me in baked goods. You know, that way I don’t always have to go to the bakery.”

“You could bake yourself, or really, it doesn’t look like you eat any baked goods.” I let my gaze slide over him, and he just met my own, a small smile playing on his face.

“I do work out so I can have cookies. That’s how the world works. But come on, let’s go see the place.”

I hopped out of the truck, doing so quickly so he wouldn’t have to come and help me.

I didn’t know if I could handle his hands on me again.

Because if he did touch me, I’d want to climb him like a tree, and there was something wrong with that.

I swallowed hard and followed him into the small home. It was older, so not open-concept. The kitchen was disconnected from the living room, and I loved it. My parents had a huge open-concept area, though the dining room was separate, and I appreciated it. There were so many of us that it made sense to have it all connected so everybody in the kitchen, the living room, and the kitchenette could speak.

But here, when it was just going to be me and maybe a couple of friends every once in a while, having the separated spaces worked.

Especially since I only had a couple of pieces of furniture.

“This place is adorable. I love it.” I finally opened the packet that had been sitting between us on the truck console, and my eyes widened.

“The rent can’t be this cheap. What the hell?”

“I told you, they’re friends. They’re not going to overcharge you because of the area, and it’s normal pricing.”

“I can’t take this. I’d be taking advantage of them.”

“You aren’t. This place is empty most of the time. They own the house outright, so they only have utility bills and taxes, and this will cover that. Just take the place, Felicity.”

“Callum—”

Before I could say anything, though, the door opened, and two familiar voices hit me.

“Atlas!” I called out as I tossed the folder at Callum and ran towards my brother. Atlas opened his arms, and I threw myself in them, and he twirled me around the living room.

“Pipsqueak. You’re here. Look at you, looking at a house like an adult. What the hell, Callum? Why are you encouraging this? She needs to be locked away at my parents’ house.”

I kissed his chin and then punched him in the gut. Of course, my hand felt as if I had just run it into cement and I growled at him.