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the dogs?”
Tonya pointed at the window. “Bigs are outside, littles are hiding under a blanket on the couch.”
“Here.” Mom handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “Eat.”
“Thank you.” I kissed her cheek and plopped down in a chair. “Were you guys excited when you bought this house? Because I’m on Cloud Nine.”
“We were,” Dad said. “First houses are special.” He smiled at Mom, and she returned it. Something, or someone, thumped into the back door then Leglin galloped past the large window, Kyra in hot pursuit.
“Well, they’re having fun.” I began eating.
“You’re not the one who has to dry them when they come in.” Tonya sighed.
“Sorry, but thank you. I promise I’ll do something nice for you.” Mr. Whitehaven gave us generous bonuses at Christmas, and I’d missed Terra’s birthday. Taking both teens on a shopping trip after Christmas might work.
Tonya shrugged. “You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to. It’ll have to be after I move though. Ooh, maybe we can have a slumber party at my house.”
“That would be fun. Will Terra be able to go?”
“Yes.”
Dad cleared his throat. “We need to leave in five to have enough time to get there.”
“Right.” I gobbled down my breakfast, and left with Dad.
In his car, he glanced at me. “Your mother said you stayed over at Logan’s last night. Are you two seeing each other now?”
Dad increased the wiper speed to combat the snowflakes trying to collect on the windshield.
“Kind of easing into it. He slept on the couch,” I added, because my first response sounded weird by itself.
“He seems like a nice guy. Definitely an incredible mechanic.”
“You should see his car. It’s a ’69 Challenger he restored. Slow down, someone’s going to...”
Dad was already applying the brake, and the truck that slid through the intersection missed us by a foot. “Good job, co-pilot.”
“Thank you, Captain. You may proceed.”
“I thought Nick was nice too. The boys really liked him.”
Insta-guilt. “Yeah, he was, but we argued too much.”
“Ah.” Dad left it at that.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Logan’s picking me up.”
“Lunch date?”
“No, I want to go bask in being a homeowner, and he hasn’t seen my house yet. Plus, my car’s at his garage and I need to pick it up.”
“All right. Looks like it’ll be a while before I can have a lawn crew go out there.”
I frowned at the falling snow. “Well, at least I won’t have to worry about snakes until spring.”
SEVEN
W hen we finally left Rita’s office, Logan was sitting in the waiting area. I held up my new keys in my left hand, flexing my right—holy crap, there’d been about a billion things to sign!—and jingled them with a grin. “All done. I’m a home owner.”
“Congratulations.” He stood and held out his hand to my dad. “Hello, Mr. Jones.”
“Hello, Logan.” They shook. “You did a superb job with Cordi’s car.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Call me Ben.” Dad turned to me and held out his arms. “Give me a hug, and go have fun.”
“Thank you for helping me with everything.” I threw my arms around him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
“Be careful driving home, and tell Betty and the rug rats hi for me.”
“I will. You two be careful. Bye.” Dad left, and we followed him a moment later, once I had my coat on.
“T he turn’s coming up on the left.” I was bouncing in my seat. “Look, they added the ‘Sold’ part on the sign.”
“I see that.” He began slowing his truck.
“I’m being annoying, aren’t I? I’m sorry.” I’d yapped non-stop about my new house the whole drive.
“No, you’re not. I don’t blame you for being excited. It’s a big deal.” He made the turn, the tail of his truck slipping a bit, and brought it to a halt after entering the drive. We could see the house and garage down the unbroken lane of snow.
Tonya pointed at the window. “Bigs are outside, littles are hiding under a blanket on the couch.”
“Here.” Mom handed me a plate of scrambled eggs and bacon. “Eat.”
“Thank you.” I kissed her cheek and plopped down in a chair. “Were you guys excited when you bought this house? Because I’m on Cloud Nine.”
“We were,” Dad said. “First houses are special.” He smiled at Mom, and she returned it. Something, or someone, thumped into the back door then Leglin galloped past the large window, Kyra in hot pursuit.
“Well, they’re having fun.” I began eating.
“You’re not the one who has to dry them when they come in.” Tonya sighed.
“Sorry, but thank you. I promise I’ll do something nice for you.” Mr. Whitehaven gave us generous bonuses at Christmas, and I’d missed Terra’s birthday. Taking both teens on a shopping trip after Christmas might work.
Tonya shrugged. “You don’t have to.”
“I know, but I want to. It’ll have to be after I move though. Ooh, maybe we can have a slumber party at my house.”
“That would be fun. Will Terra be able to go?”
“Yes.”
Dad cleared his throat. “We need to leave in five to have enough time to get there.”
“Right.” I gobbled down my breakfast, and left with Dad.
In his car, he glanced at me. “Your mother said you stayed over at Logan’s last night. Are you two seeing each other now?”
Dad increased the wiper speed to combat the snowflakes trying to collect on the windshield.
“Kind of easing into it. He slept on the couch,” I added, because my first response sounded weird by itself.
“He seems like a nice guy. Definitely an incredible mechanic.”
“You should see his car. It’s a ’69 Challenger he restored. Slow down, someone’s going to...”
Dad was already applying the brake, and the truck that slid through the intersection missed us by a foot. “Good job, co-pilot.”
“Thank you, Captain. You may proceed.”
“I thought Nick was nice too. The boys really liked him.”
Insta-guilt. “Yeah, he was, but we argued too much.”
“Ah.” Dad left it at that.
“Oh, I forgot to tell you. Logan’s picking me up.”
“Lunch date?”
“No, I want to go bask in being a homeowner, and he hasn’t seen my house yet. Plus, my car’s at his garage and I need to pick it up.”
“All right. Looks like it’ll be a while before I can have a lawn crew go out there.”
I frowned at the falling snow. “Well, at least I won’t have to worry about snakes until spring.”
SEVEN
W hen we finally left Rita’s office, Logan was sitting in the waiting area. I held up my new keys in my left hand, flexing my right—holy crap, there’d been about a billion things to sign!—and jingled them with a grin. “All done. I’m a home owner.”
“Congratulations.” He stood and held out his hand to my dad. “Hello, Mr. Jones.”
“Hello, Logan.” They shook. “You did a superb job with Cordi’s car.”
“Thank you, sir.”
“Call me Ben.” Dad turned to me and held out his arms. “Give me a hug, and go have fun.”
“Thank you for helping me with everything.” I threw my arms around him. “I couldn’t have done it without you.”
“You’re welcome, honey.”
“Be careful driving home, and tell Betty and the rug rats hi for me.”
“I will. You two be careful. Bye.” Dad left, and we followed him a moment later, once I had my coat on.
“T he turn’s coming up on the left.” I was bouncing in my seat. “Look, they added the ‘Sold’ part on the sign.”
“I see that.” He began slowing his truck.
“I’m being annoying, aren’t I? I’m sorry.” I’d yapped non-stop about my new house the whole drive.
“No, you’re not. I don’t blame you for being excited. It’s a big deal.” He made the turn, the tail of his truck slipping a bit, and brought it to a halt after entering the drive. We could see the house and garage down the unbroken lane of snow.
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