Ditched Cheating Alpha, I Led My Daughter to Life's Peak novel Chapter 236

We say our goodbyes. Carson promises to visit again soon-with his brothers.

My eyes widen. What? Michael laughs, but no one understands why. Honestly, that's an event I'd prefer not to be a part of. Aiden and my dad? Please. And then Aiden and Megan? Pft. Headache here I come.

My parents'll love Axel though. I smile.

On the way out, I get a lecture about "my curfew." I've never had a "curfew" in my life, but it's effective as of right now young lady.

I roll my eyes and say, "I love you too, Dad."

I'm not gonna lie, I love everything about Carson's car. The color. The design. The interior, but not the driver at the moment. I expect him to speed like before, but he's actually doing 25 on a 25. When he makes the turn, I anticipate some momentum but-

35 on a 35.

Omg. I'm both disappointed and relieved. We're definitely safe, but if he doesn't hit the gas soon I'm gonna... I breathe in. I try to be patient, because he cares. I remind myself he just cares about me. That's why he's driving like a turtle.

When I sit back, I notice another problem. It's really, really cold. I'm basically in a freezer right now. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he has the air on, but that's crazy. It's the middle of winter. He wouldn't do that.

I keep quiet, because if it's a problem with his car, I don't want to embarrass him by pointing it out. It's a short drive anyway.

"By the way," I say. "I brought Axel's tools."

"Yeah?" Carson asks.

I nod, watching the buildings pass by. "He left them at my house yesterday. Could you give them back for me?"

"Of course." He smirks. "Anything for you."

"Thanks." I turn to the back seat, pulling the plastic bag out of my regular so he doesn't forget it.

"And Aiden's hoodie?" he asks.

I hesitate. "What?"

"Nothing."

I eye him suspiciously.

He sits back in his seat, looking comfortable, unassuming. But when we stop at a red light, he looks at me from the corner of his eyes. "It's okay, Mia. I'm happy to take it off your hands."

"I don't have it on me," I say.

"You forgot it?" he asks.