Love Stung (Shower & Shelter Artist Collective Book 5) by Brooke St. James

Author:Brooke St. James [St. James, Brooke]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Blue House Press
Published: 2017-04-16T18:30:00+00:00

Chapter 11

It was close to dinnertime when Isabel and I made it to my parents'. My mom and dad were both at home. Dad had bought himself an old Ford Mustang, and he was in the garage with his head under the hood when I pulled into the driveway. I was driving a small hatchback I had rented in the city, and I parked it right behind his classic car.

Isabel had only recently learned how to let herself out of a seatbelt, and she did so as soon as I put the car in park.

"Thewe's PopPop," she said. "He's wowking on his caw."

"I know, but I have to let you out before you can go see him."

Isabel bounced on the seat with excitement. Dad had made it over to me by the time I got out of the car, so I gave him a hug just before I reached out to open the back seat and let Isabel out.

"Where's my little girl?" my dad asked in a great, bellowing voice. He put the side of his hand to his forehead and looked around with intensity.

"I'm wight hewe, PopPop!"

"I hear her!" he said.

"Wight hewe!" she said, laughing and tugging at his shirt.

"Right here?" he asked. He stared down at her in sweet amazement, and she giggled and held her arms up, inviting him to carry her. "How's my little girl?" Dad asked, hugging Isabel.

"Good," she said.

"Looks like you still got that thing on your arm."

"Uh-huh, but I get it off in fouw days. And I bwought a tweat fow Bingo."

"He's gonna love that. He's inside with Nana." He turned to me with a smile. "How's my other little girl?" he asked, reaching out to give me another little sideways hug.

"We're good," I said. I had always been pretty good at hiding my real emotions, but I had a lot on my mind, so my casual attitude was slightly less convincing than normal. I sent that email to J.R. way earlier that morning. It had been like nine hours, and still no response. I had checked my sent folder twice, rereading the email both times. I kept telling myself it was the weekend, and he probably hadn't checked his email, but I knew that was untrue since J.R. lived on his phone.

Anyway, I hated not hearing from him.

I spent the next few hours catching my parents up on everything Isabel had been doing in school, and getting her settled in for the night. I kept everything light and fluffy while Isabel was awake. I had checked my email just about every hour throughout the day, but I never heard from J.R. The day passed quickly, though, and before I knew it, Isabel was sound asleep in my old room.

I checked my email one more time before I went back into the living room to talk to my parents. There was nothing from J.R., but looking at my phone made me think about contacting Drake. I fished his card out of my back pocket and typed his number into my contacts.

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