Page 156 of The Clover Chapel (Jamison Valley 2)
“Hi.” I smiled. “Can you help me unload?”
“Dash and I can take care of it,” Nick said.
“Okay. Bring the beer in first, please, and I’ll start loading it into the fridge.”
“How’s my little man today?” Nick asked our son before ruffling his brown hair and walking outside to my Jeep.
Sliding into Draven Sr.’s side, I gave him a sideways hug. “How are you?”
“Good. Glad to be here.” He smiled and kissed my forehead.
When Nick h
ad learned that Draven had saved my life, the broken bond between them had healed. They’d built a strong working relationship, and both Nick’s garage and Draven’s in Clifton Forge were now extremely profitable.
Nick had gotten so busy that I hadn’t been able to keep up with the bookkeeping and office work, so the year after they had moved to Montana, Alesso had started managing the office.
“How many cars did you bring with you this time?” I asked Draven.
“Three.” He grinned.
I rolled my eyes and gave him an exaggerated glare. “I’m never going to see Nick at this rate. He gets so caught up with one of them that he forgets what time it is. He missed dinner twice this week.”
Draven chuckled. “Like father, like son. I remember once, Chrissy got so mad at me for doing the same that she brought ten alarm clocks to the garage and set them to go off one minute apart. By the time the last one beeped, it was so loud that I couldn’t ignore them anymore.”
“She was a smart woman,” I said. Nick’s mom’s tactic was brilliant and tomorrow I was going alarm clock shopping.
“Yes, she was,” Draven agreed with a sad smile.
“Can you keep him while I get the food ready?” I asked.
He nodded before tickling his grandson and heading outside. Draven might not have been the best father but he was a wonderful grandfather. So was Alesso.
They were the only grandfathers Draven would ever have. My father had nothing to do with my life and I wouldn’t allow him in my son’s.
Trent Austin had refused to believe that his adoring fiancée would attack me. It wasn’t until after her trial and she had been sent away to prison that he’d realized just how much she had manipulated him. She hadn’t even been pregnant. It had all been a lie to ensure that he married her. I still wondered if she had planned on killing him too.
“Emmeline!” Mom was storming into the garage, pulling my brother, Ethan, behind her.
“Can you please tell your brother that bringing his ex-wife to the wedding reception is completely inappropriate?” she said.
“Hi,” Ethan said, giving me a quick hug and kiss on the cheek.
“Hello. Which ex-wife?” I asked.
“I’ve invited Rachel.”
“I like Rachel,” I told my mother.
“What?” she yelled. “How could you say that? She started having an affair with your father while she was married to your brother.”
“That wasn’t Rachel,” Ethan said.
“Isn’t she the blond one?” Mom asked.
“No.”
“Which one was the blond one?” she asked.
