Total pages in book: 101
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 94140 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 471(@200wpm)___ 377(@250wpm)___ 314(@300wpm)
A million questions fly through my mind. Why did she do it? Has she forgotten her manners or is something bigger going on? Did Sammy do something to piss her off, or is this just a new phase? And more importantly, where the hell is Sara when I need her? “Why did you do that?” I question, desperate for answers.
“I wanted to pway,” she tells me as if it’s an acceptable answer.
“Are you allowed to push your friends down?” I question.
“Sammy not my fwend,” she says with a shake of her head.
“Oh, and that makes it alright, does it?” I ask, still a little in shock. She looks at me with those big, beautiful eyes and nods her head. “Georgia,” I scold. “No, it’s not okay. You hurt Sammy and made him sad.”
She pouts her bottom lip out and hits me with those beautiful puppy dog eyes again, making me turn away to avoid caving like a fucking bitch. “What happened after that?” I ask. “Did you get in trouble?”
“No,” she says with a wide smile. “I pwayed wif Gemma.”
Ahh shit.
Maybe it’s nothing and she has blatantly forgotten that hurting other people is not okay. No, that couldn’t be it. She knows better. Damn. What the hell am I going to do with her?
I let out a heavy sigh and close her door before walking around to the driver’s side and getting in. This is a conversation for another time. Maybe I should speak with Brianna about this. She’s a grade school teacher and will most likely have some advice on how to handle it.
Starting up my truck, I pull out of the parking lot while Georgie chats away to herself and points out every yard that has a garden out front. The game gets old quickly, but I ooh and ahh every damn time.
We’re just pulling into my driveway when a call comes through Bluetooth. “Hey, what’s up?” I question, seeing Logan’s name across my screen.
Logan’s booming laughter instantly fills my truck. “Yo,” he says, trying his hardest to gain control of himself. Georgie giggles in the background, and I have to strain to make out his words. “We were playing football and Carter broke his leg on—”
“What?” I cut in.
“—Cassie’s face. There’s blood everywhere, man. You should see it.”
“Fuck,” I curse as Georgie gasps, her eyes wide with fear, hating the thought of her favorite aunty in pain, though clearly not sparing a second thought for Carter’s leg. “Why are you laughing? Is Cass hurt?”
“I don’t mean to laugh,” he says, “But you should have seen it, man. They both went down. It was amazing.”
“Are they okay?” I question.
“Nah, definitely not,” he says, finally sobering up. “We’re on our way to the hospital. Carter’s leg is broken and Cassie’s nose . . . Look, it’s not good. Jax is pissed and Bri is raging. Pretty sure the two of them are about to get into a fistfight soon, and I don’t know, man. I’m worried for Jax. Bri’s a feisty little thing when she’s defending Carter.”
“Shit,” I say as I turn around at the bottom of the driveway and head straight back out. “Is Cass upset?”
“Oh yeah,” he mutters. “But not about her nose. She’s pissed that she didn’t win the fucking game, but I think she’s still in shock. It’ll hit her when the bruising comes out tomorrow and she looks like a raccoon.”
“I bet,” I grunt. “We’re on our way.”
“Alright, man. We’ll see you soon,” he says. “Just be on the lookout for Jax. He’s not happy she got hurt.”
“I can only imagine,” I say, picturing it so clearly. “But surely he knows that Carter wouldn’t have done it on purpose.”
“Yep, he knows, but there’s no stopping Jax where Cassie is concerned. He’ll calm down eventually.”
“Alright,” I murmur as I rush down the all too familiar road. “We’ll be there in a sec.”
Logan ends the call and Georgie instantly jumps into action. “What happened to Cass? Why is she bweeding? Where are we going?”
“Aunty Cassie and Uncle Carter had a little accident,” I explain.
“What kind of accident?” her curious little mind questions.
“They were playing silly games and bumped into each other. Uncle Carter’s leg is very sore and Cassie’s nose has a little ouch. They just need to visit the doctor to get all fixed up.”
“Oh no,” she says as dramatically as possible before dismissing the topic entirely and focusing out the window, singing one, two, three, four, five. Once I caught a fish alive.
I concentrate on the road until I’m pulling up next to Logan’s truck and rushing inside with Georgie in my arms. I find my misfit family all squished into a room, and they instantly turn to me with horrified looks as if I’m the parent, but I guess I kind of am.
“What the hell is going on here?” I scold them all.