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“No, I’ll pick him up. He wants to try for his license again this year, so I figured I’ll let him drive me back.” Jonas had a learner’s permit, but he hadn’t passed the first two driving tests he’d taken. Distraction was a big problem for him.
Distraction and temper.
“Hmm, take one of the sedans,” she said after a moment. “They have better safety features.”
I didn’t laugh. She wasn’t kidding, and it wasn’t funny. We definitely needed the safety features. Maybe…maybe letting him drive would open up some detente. He’d gotten angry before, but he’d never held out this long before.
Washing up the three dishes I’d used, I left them in the drying rack before heading to the garage to get a car. The airport was an hour’s drive down the mountain. On the upside, at least I’d finished my classes, so if Jonas was in a forgiving mood, maybe we could go hiking once he was back.
If not? Well, I had some books to read before senior year started. Senior year in college for me, freshman year for Lachlan if he decided to go to school, and senior year at the high school level for Jonas.
Once I had the car started, I hooked up the phone’s Bluetooth so I could input the address for the airport. I didn’t need the GPS specifically, but it would let my mind wander and keep me on target.
It wasn’t until I was halfway down the mountain that I realized I’d been bobbing my head, tapping my fingers on the steering wheel, and mouthing the words while listening to one of her albums the whole damn way.
Fuck.
Two
KC
“This is the right hotel?” I checked the information in their email for the tenth time.
“Yes,” Yvette said, without looking up from where she sat with her head back. I’d bet all the money in my business account her eyes were closed behind her sunglasses. “Drink your coffee.”
“She already finished it.” Aubrey punctuated the comment with a yawn, and I rolled my eyes at them. They’d come into town to help Ian and Frankie when I forwarded Frankie’s semi-freaked-out email to them.
“All of it?” Yvette frowned, then seemed to focus on me. I paced back and forth, checking my phone for like the fifteenth time. Their flights had landed. Were they running late? Frankie said they’d booked this hotel, but having stayed in my time-share, they might enjoy the house a lot more.
Especially with everything going on in her life. The fact her mother just died. I sent flowers for the funeral, but the chaos at the end of the year and Pen’s diagnosis had left me floundering.
“How much caffeine have you had today?” Yvette asked, the French lilt in her voice softening the words.
“Enough,” I told her. Sleep had been really difficult.
Really. Fucking. Hard.
I didn’t think I’d slept a full night since I discovered Douchebags One, Two,andThree were my stepbrothers.
Dicks.
All of them.
Irritating, judgmental fuckers.
Realizing who they were had slotted some hard facts into place. The instant dislike they’d taken to me. The shitty things they’d all said or done. Even the backsliding when I thought things were going well. They knew I was their stepsister and didn’t say a freaking word.
Fine.
They could have my father. It wasn’t like he had time for me anyway.
“Kait,” Aubrey said in a soft voice. She rarely called me Kait anymore, leaning on it when things were bad. Well, she wasn’t wrong to use it now. Things were bad at the moment. “You have resting murder face.”
“That doesn’t look that resting to me,” Yvette argued, and I sucked in a deeper breath of air.
Meditation and I did not get along. Nothing helped to take the edge off, and running in L.A. wasn’t as easy as it had been in Connecticut. I used the treadmill—a lot—but all I was getting was faster.
A limo pulled into the loop in front of the hotel. It wasn’t the first limo to put in an appearance since we got here. The driver opened the back door. At the flash of a familiar blonde head, I bolted for the door.
