“They are fantasies, and my little girl can’t get those until she is twenty-five, thirty even!”
I giggled. “Dad, I am twenty-five.”
He slammed his head on the table and groaned. “Crap. I’m screwed.”
“So? Project? Me and you? Mom too, if she wants.”
“Oh, no. I don’t do things that like. You and I can go have a spa day, honey. I’ll bring you drinks and such.”
Mom never was the type of woman that liked doing work like that.
“Looks like it’s just you and me dad.”
“You can count on it, my little star.”
I sat down next to him and laced our hands together. He had to be okay.
He had to be.
Chapter Four
Easton
“Come on; we have been meaning to build a cabin up there where we camp. Let’s just go price the lumber,” Ethan said as he walked into the kitchen with a towel wrapped around his waist. He stole the apple in my hand and took a bite out of it before tossing it to me again.
“Really?” I said, throwing it back at him, and he barely had time to catch it before it smacked against his chest.
He bit into the apple again, and I grabbed another one from the bowl. “I have my shift at two. If we go, it has to be quick. I’m on a twenty-four-hour shift today.”
“Damn, I wonder whose cat you will be rescuing this time,” he said.
“Shut the fuck up, asshole. You’re on shift tomorrow. I’ll make sure to tell the guys to make you cook.”
“Aw man, come on. You know I can’t cook.”
“Aw, little Ethan pouting? Ethan want his binky?” I spoke to him as if he were a baby.
“Man, fuck you.” He flipped me off as he disappeared down the hall and closed the door to the guest room.
I took a bite of the apple, the juices flowing into my mouth and dripping down my chin as I chewed. All morning I thought of ways to get a hold of Luna. I was going to beg her parents, plead with them that I wanted to make things right with their daughter.
If her father didn’t slam the door in my face first.
Yeah, winning her affection was going to be hard enough, but her parents? That just might be a lost cause. Her mom was nice to me, but her dad was protective of his little girl, and I respected that. I hurt her deeply, and they were the ones that had to deal with it. At least, I assumed they were.
“You ready? We need to get going,” I yelled after my brother when the clock read eleven. I didn’t have much time, and if I walked in there and he was shaving his damn chest hair with my razor again, I was going to kick his ass.
Again.
“I’m coming, don’t get your thong in a twist,” Ethan laughed at his own joke as he came out of the hallway.
“You aren’t funny.”
“I’m hilarious,” he said, snagging his keys off the hook. “Ready? After I’ll drop you off at work.”
“Sounds like a plan.” My black duffel bag full of snacks and a change of clothes sat on the plastic tabletop. Yeah, plastic. None of us had invested in any household items at any of our apartments, and I took that as another sign that it was because we were waiting on something more.
The Hampton mansion. It was going up for auction in a few weeks, and I needed to talk to my brothers about it. I had bout f