Page 168 of The Legend
That’swhen I saw Easton limping across our back yard pulling a sweatshirt over hisshoulders. Glaring, I watched him sneak down the driveway.
Arie allbut skipped into the kitchen after that.
“DidEaston stay the night last night?” I asked avoiding looking at her. Shewouldn’t want to see my glare.
“No, why?”she actually sounded innocent. For a moment, I remember my sweet little angelwhen she was younger, squealing with glee and running to me when I’d come homeon Sunday nights. She wasn’t a little girl anymore.
“Oh yeah,”I motioned to Easton’s truck on the security screen. “Then why was he justlimping down the driveway?”
Sway burstout laughing. “That worked well for you.” She patted Arie on the back andhanded me a plate of pancakes and bacon.
Arie gaveup and said. “Oh, don’t be a brat.” She sat down across from me at the table. “AndI’ve been seeing him for months now.”
“No way, Idon’t think so.” I said firmly. “You’re not going to date him.”
“He’s anice boy, dad.”
“If youhave to say that he’s a nice boy, well, then he’s not.”
Swayslapped my shoulder. “He is aniceboy Jameson.”
I knew hewas. I’d spent enough time around him the last month to know he was a good kid.But no one would be good for my little girl, that’s just the way it was.
“I’m gonnaneed to talk to him.” I finally said after I finished my pancakes in silence.
“Don’tbother.” Casten said when he entered the kitchen in just a pair of boardshorts, his rusty hair sticking up on the left side. “I’ve already put the fearof god in him.”
“Do youever fully dress yourself?” Sway asked him and then noticed a tattoo on hisarm. She grabbed it and pulled it toward her face, squinting. “When did you getthat?” she looked amused when she read the scripture under the symbol.
“Don’task.”
Arieimmediately started giggling to the point where she couldn’t breathe only tohave Casten knock her off her chair and then start laughing himself.
Watchingthem in a fit of hysteria, I had to laugh myself and I wasn’t sure what waseven so entertaining. “I probably don’t want to know what that says, do I?”
“No,” Swaymanaged to squeak out. “You don’t.”
I neverdid figure out what it said but I knew it was probably something as stupid asthe shit we used to do at his age when I found out Cole was behind it.
Four WideSalute– Sway
I enjoyedmornings like this with our family goofing off. We were seldom all together.
“So,”Casten began with the adorable smirk he had when he was up to no good. “Whatwas all that noise last night? I was worried sick that something was wrong.” Helooked between Jameson and me questioningly.
Jameson,knowing his son, grunted some kind of reply and pushed away from the table toset his plate in the dishwasher.
“Were youtwo...?” his smile grew wider.
“Shut up.”I kicked my son under the table. “Don’t say that.”
“That waschildish.” Casten laughed which caused me to start laughing and then Arie.
Jamesonwas about to say something when we heard the booming voice of Spencer. “Do Ismell blueberry pancakes?”
“Oh man,”Jameson banged his head on the counter in annoyance. “Why does he always comeover when we’re cooking food?”
“Sway,”Spencer laughed coming around the corner into the kitchen. “Your bra is on thefront porch.”
