Her CEO Stalker and Her Second Chance Mate (Adelaide) novel Chapter 133

Chapter 133

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We pulled up to my grandparents cabin with our silly prizes strapped to the back of our bikes. courtesy to the bungee cords under Carter’s seat. I huffed out a sigh as Martha watched us roll up. the driveway like it was the highlight of her week. I couldn’t deny the woman this even though it ate at me. Always hoping for some morsel of who my father was, I shook the thought off as I killed the engine and dismounted the bike. At least this week we had some excitement to share. It would be a blessing to have something to talk about that didn’t remind

me of my father.

Martha cleared the porch as Henry strode out of the house and walked up to me surveying the

bike.

“You got a bike? When did you learn to ride?” She asked and chuckled at the gift basket and

unicorn strapped to the back.

“Jake left me the bike, Carter taught me to ride since Jake never got the chance,” I let her

know. Emotions coursed through her features as she glanced over at Carter as he walked over.

“Jake would be so proud,” She said with tears in her eyes. She looked over the bike surveying it

as Henry approached her, eyes catching on the dragonfly emblem and she paused. She shared

a look with Henry and he shook his head. Another thing between them they wouldn’t share. I

schooled my features but Carter caught me giving me a knowing look.

“I made stew, it’s been simmering on the ready. Let me just get some bread going,” Martha

mushed, turning back to the house. Carter’s hand squeezed my shoulder; he knew where my

mind went. Another dinner without answers. On the inside I was screaming. However Carter’s

presence helped me force myself through it and we made it though dinner talking about the

lost boy and our fun at the fair. When Carter mentioned the win at the desert contest Lana

threw me into, Martha paused again and looked at me strangely like she saw me for the first

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time. Her eyes cleaved to Henrys. As I watched them share another look I swallowed my

expectations with a bite of Martha’s stew. It tasted like ash.

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I set my fork down. “Must have eaten too much fair food,” I apologized. Who was I kidding, my

appetite lately had borderline equal to Lana’s lately. It was the secrets and the unspoken.

truths eating a hole in my soul and right through the pit of my stomach.

After dinner Martha suggested we go to the overlook and Carter as usual opted to help with

the wood, leaving me alone with my grandmother.

“Why don’t you ever talk about my father,” I finally asked her.

“I don’t know if the answers you seek are going to be the ones you want,” She said with a

sigh.

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