Surrender (Seaside Pictures Book 4) by Van Dyken Rachel

Author:Van Dyken, Rachel
Language: eng
Format: azw3
Publisher: Van Dyken Enterprises INC
Published: 2020-06-22T16:00:00+00:00

CHAPTER 11

Andrew

I was already shaking with the need to tuck her hair behind her ear. She was wearing it down, maybe to torture me. To torture all men in general? I had no clue.

I’d spent half the drive trying not to get in a car accident while Bronte and Amelia talked about a movie Amelia wanted to see, then she started asking about going out with her friends, and then my hackles rose as she said the name, Ryan.

In reality, she said it like a normal human.

But in my head?

It was slow motion. Thunder cracked afterward, and I swerved in an effort not to get struck by lightning, all before slamming on the brakes and turning around, jabbing my finger in her direction and going. “No!”

It wasn’t my proudest moment.

The car was silent.

Bronte hid her laugh behind her hand, and Amelia glared at me as if I’d just told her she couldn’t date until she was forty, which, in hindsight? Not the worst idea I’d ever had.

“What do you mean, no?” Amelia glared. “You’re not my—”

“Say I’m not your dad, and I’m turning this car around right now!” I barked.

Amelia sputtered while Bronte started choking on another laugh.

“And you!” I pointed at Bronte. “Just letting her talk about dirty little Ryan as if he even has a chance with someone like Amelia!”

I was parked, so I reached for my phone.

“Wait, what is he doing?” Amelia asked in a panicked voice.

“No idea,” Bronte said, obvious amusement in her voice.

“Yeah, hey, Frank? Yeah, I got a problem that needs taken care of.”

“MOM!” Amelia shrieked. “What the heck?”

“Oh?” On the other end of the line, Frank chuckled. “What sort of problem? You know if it’s a person, I may need a social security number, do a little background check.”

“Oh, that’s part of the problem,” I said through clenched teeth. “There’s this guy, and sure, I can get his social, shouldn’t be a problem—”

“MOM, DO SOMETHING!” Amelia yelled.

Bronte just yawned and stared down at her phone.

“YOU GUYS ARE SO LAME! DREW! I HELPED YOU! AND YOU BETRAY ME WITH ONE PHONE CALL!”

I held up my hand. “Shhh. Not-Dad’s speaking, squirt.”

Bronte shook in her seat and then started laughing so hard she had tears running down her gorgeous cheeks

“Well…” Frank sighed. “…sounds like you have things under control. Is that a teenager yelling at you?”

“It’s what they do.” I blew out a long, slow breath.

“You’re telling me,” he said in a tired voice. “Really, though, do I need to check this punk out? Why don’t you just scare him shitless?”

“He’s too stupid to be afraid!” I raged. “I could tell him I was going to cut his tongue out and feed it to a pig, and he’d probably burp and go, ‘We got pigs?’”

“Mom!” Amelia groaned. “Ryan isn’t that dumb!”

“If he can spell cat, I quit life!” I yelled back at her. “Plus, he has eyes!”

“EVERYONE HAS EYES!” she roared. “Mom, he’s crazy!”

“What did you say?” I hissed. “I’m not crazy. Hold on, Frank, I have a teenager to calm down.

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