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“I’m gonna need a favor,” he points to the truck and that’s when I see Leah sitting in the passenger seat. She is looking down, but I can already tell she is crying and my stomach drops.
“Mom’s still at Gran’s house and we seem to have a meltdown taking place that I’m not equipped to handle.”
Though I’m relieved he isn’t here to drill me about rumors of me and Ty. That aren’t so much, rumors anymore. I’m still full of anxiousness because I’m already flying into big sister mode.
“Bitchy girl drama?” Girls can be so mean to each other at this age.
“That, then throw in Dirk Benson and you’ve got crisis mode. You know me, I want to jump in my truck and go beat the little bastard within an inch of his life, but that won’t fix anything. So I figure you talking this out with her might be the better option.”
“Yeah, you landing yourself in jail won’t help matters much.”
“Leah,” My father’s booming voice echoes throughout the parking lot of the apartment complex. “Come on girl.”
She pushes open the door, crawls out like she has no energy.
“What happened to the girl who beat up Nolan Green after he told you he liked you and then got caught holding Lilly’s hand? Or the girl who kicked Mark Hendricks in his goodies after punching him in the nose for grabbing your butt.”
“Excuse me,” my father pipes in and I wave him off.
Suddenly, Leah is rushing forward and falling into my arms. Her body shakes as she cries on my shoulder, and I chance a look at my dad who is barely holding his shit together.
“I got this, why don’t you head home.” He nods and then moves to his truck but pauses at the door and hollers at the two of us. “One call and I’ll have my shotgun in my truck and on my way over to the Benson's.”
“I got it dad,” I offer him a reassuring smile and he climbs into his truck.
Leading my sister inside I remember my plans with Ty and quickly grab my phone.
Me: Change of plans. Big sister is needed for a teenage meltdown.
Ty: Need help?
Me: No, I just need to help Leah realize she’s much better than Dirk Benson and his game of musical girls.
Ty: Oh shit, bet dad and brother are ready to break out the shotguns.
Me: Not sure Tucker knows yet, but dad is hanging off a cliff.
Ty: Rain check?
Me: Definitely!
CHAPTEREIGHTEEN
Tyler
Dinner is over, the kitchen is cleaned, and we are all sitting in the open doorway, enjoying the quiet night. Though we never say that particular word within the walls of this station because it seems to set off some type of reaction where all hell breaks loose. So instead we silently bask in our slow evening.
Leaning forward in my chair, I rest my elbows on my knees when I hear female voices and look up just as two young women walk by. Both of them watch us, offering waves and smiles, and I glance back down at my phone.
“What the hell is wrong with you?” Liam nudges my leg with his foot, and I almost drop my phone. “Are you sick?”
“No,” I wrinkle my forehead in confusion. “Why?”
“Because while sitting here I’ve watched at least three different women walk by and offer the look and you haven’t even flinched.” He is eyeing me like I’ve done something wrong.
“So,” I shrug, sitting back in my chair, slouching and holding his stare.
“No, not so,” I wonder where he is going with this. “You’re usually working your magic and lining up a date, whenever the opportunity arises.”
