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run all over and do whatever the hell you want. Even if that would make me your cool big sis . I care too much about you to not worry and ask questions. So deal with it.”
Alesha sighed. “I just don’t get why you don’t trust me…”
“Alesha,” I said softly. I didn’t want to unpack all her transgression. We’d been there, done that. It would only make her angry. “I want to. Okay?”
“Then let me go with my friends.”
I considered her for a long moment, mentally weighing my options. If I refused to let her go, I’d have to send her back to my house, since she’d just sulk around the coffee shop and bring down the good weekend vibes. And if she was at the house, I couldn’t keep an eye on her, anyway.
“All right. Let’s start with a clean slate then. You can go with your friends, but you have to promise me that you’ll keep your cell phone on you. And be back by ten. And if anyone starts drinking or smoking pot, you are to call me right away and I’ll come and get you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, mom .”
I ignored her barb and picked up a still-warm muffin and handed it to her. “Here, take something for breakfast.”
She waved off the offered muffin in my hand. “No. I already feel fat…”
“Fat?” Both of my brows shot sky high and I gave her another once over. She was probably a buck ten soaking wet. How could she possibly think she was overweight?
She pressed her hands to her flat stomach. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just bloated. Too many carbs around here.”
I rolled my eyes and broke off a piece of the muffin and popped it into my mouth. The buttery cinnamon flavor burst on my tongue and I held back a moan of delight. “Have a good time,” I said around the last of the bite. “I’ll just be here in carb heaven.”
She rolled her eyes and stalked from the room, back out into the crisp morning as the sun started to rise.
“Oh, Leash, please don’t make me regret letting you go…” I muttered into the empty kitchen.
Chapter Seven
Nick
“Let’s call it a day, Adams. I got a very hot date waiting at home for me,” Aaron said, tossing down the last of the tools in his hands.
I glanced up from the blueprints that detailed the engine specs and nodded at him. “No arguments here. It’s been a long ass day.”
“Especially for a Saturday…” Aaron commiserated. He came over to where I was working on taking some notes and threw himself down in the chair beside the desk. “Sorry about having you come in on the weekend.”
“Nah, it’s all right. I just hope we can get her ready in time…” I gave the F-4 an appraising glance. Aaron had received an offer to have a showpiece in an aerial show in LA and he’d decided that he wanted to get the F-4 in flight condition for the event in honor of his dad.
“We will.” Aaron lifted up from his seat and started for the door between the hangar and the museum warehouse. “You wanna lock up for me?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Thanks. Don’t stay all night.” He flashed a smile and sauntered out the door, leaving me alone in the large space.
My first week at the museum had been a success. Aaron and I continued to bond and were becoming fast friends and now that there was a time crunch to get the F-4 rehabbed, we were working on the project together. He’d told me he’d honor our 90-day contract one way or the other, so I wasn’t worried about the job ending prematurely, and it was fun working on it together. We’d spent the entire day tearing everything apart and putting things back together one by one to determine where all the issues were after spending most of the week on a wild goose chase going from one theory to another without much success.
I’d overslept my alarm this morning, and didn’t have time to go to Carly’s before coming to the museum. I’d driven by the strip where her shop was nestled, on my way out of town, and had contemplated pulling in anyways. I doubted Aaron would
Alesha sighed. “I just don’t get why you don’t trust me…”
“Alesha,” I said softly. I didn’t want to unpack all her transgression. We’d been there, done that. It would only make her angry. “I want to. Okay?”
“Then let me go with my friends.”
I considered her for a long moment, mentally weighing my options. If I refused to let her go, I’d have to send her back to my house, since she’d just sulk around the coffee shop and bring down the good weekend vibes. And if she was at the house, I couldn’t keep an eye on her, anyway.
“All right. Let’s start with a clean slate then. You can go with your friends, but you have to promise me that you’ll keep your cell phone on you. And be back by ten. And if anyone starts drinking or smoking pot, you are to call me right away and I’ll come and get you.”
She rolled her eyes. “Okay, mom .”
I ignored her barb and picked up a still-warm muffin and handed it to her. “Here, take something for breakfast.”
She waved off the offered muffin in my hand. “No. I already feel fat…”
“Fat?” Both of my brows shot sky high and I gave her another once over. She was probably a buck ten soaking wet. How could she possibly think she was overweight?
She pressed her hands to her flat stomach. “I don’t know. Maybe I’m just bloated. Too many carbs around here.”
I rolled my eyes and broke off a piece of the muffin and popped it into my mouth. The buttery cinnamon flavor burst on my tongue and I held back a moan of delight. “Have a good time,” I said around the last of the bite. “I’ll just be here in carb heaven.”
She rolled her eyes and stalked from the room, back out into the crisp morning as the sun started to rise.
“Oh, Leash, please don’t make me regret letting you go…” I muttered into the empty kitchen.
Chapter Seven
Nick
“Let’s call it a day, Adams. I got a very hot date waiting at home for me,” Aaron said, tossing down the last of the tools in his hands.
I glanced up from the blueprints that detailed the engine specs and nodded at him. “No arguments here. It’s been a long ass day.”
“Especially for a Saturday…” Aaron commiserated. He came over to where I was working on taking some notes and threw himself down in the chair beside the desk. “Sorry about having you come in on the weekend.”
“Nah, it’s all right. I just hope we can get her ready in time…” I gave the F-4 an appraising glance. Aaron had received an offer to have a showpiece in an aerial show in LA and he’d decided that he wanted to get the F-4 in flight condition for the event in honor of his dad.
“We will.” Aaron lifted up from his seat and started for the door between the hangar and the museum warehouse. “You wanna lock up for me?”
“Sure,” I replied.
“Thanks. Don’t stay all night.” He flashed a smile and sauntered out the door, leaving me alone in the large space.
My first week at the museum had been a success. Aaron and I continued to bond and were becoming fast friends and now that there was a time crunch to get the F-4 rehabbed, we were working on the project together. He’d told me he’d honor our 90-day contract one way or the other, so I wasn’t worried about the job ending prematurely, and it was fun working on it together. We’d spent the entire day tearing everything apart and putting things back together one by one to determine where all the issues were after spending most of the week on a wild goose chase going from one theory to another without much success.
I’d overslept my alarm this morning, and didn’t have time to go to Carly’s before coming to the museum. I’d driven by the strip where her shop was nestled, on my way out of town, and had contemplated pulling in anyways. I doubted Aaron would
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