Page 22 of Redeeming Heart

Where was Camille when you need her? She would throw a few fits and maybe pass out when she has to see this model.

“1970, model?” I asked, handing Brandon our bags when he held his hands out to me.

He seemed surprised that I would know. “Yeah, you know about cars?”

I nodded. “Only because of my friend who is a mechanical engineer and is working for a race team,” I explained.

“She sounds badass.” He noted.

“Oh, you have no idea,” I remarked. Camille was one bad-ass chick that I have ever met and I can only dream of becoming like her one day.

Jonah let me sit in front while he took the back.

A real smile unfolded on my lips when I caught Brandon’s taste in music.

“Fan?” I asked, picking up the empty Black Veil Brides cd case. He was still old school which was cool even though there existed an app where he didn’t need to purchase discs anymore.

He nodded his head. “Fan of rock, yourself?” He asked, bringing the car to life with a twist of a key and backing out of the parking space.

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jonah commented from the back. “Her whole room exists of rock band posters which I never even heard of.” I was old school when it came to music and loved it.

“You missed the best ages of music, kid,” Brandon remarked and I caught his smile when he winked at me.

“I overheard that coach Peterson is scouting players and you were among his list of players.” Brandon acknowledged after a pause of silence.

I shrugged. “I turned him down.”

He frowned. “Hockey once mattered everything to you.”

“It did but I got a wake-up call.” A very tough call that made me change my mind about things.

It seems as if my father just arrived home when Brandon pulled up as he was still in the process of stepping out of his car.

His feet halted when his eyes landed on Brandon’s Dodge Charger.

“Oh, here we go,” I muttered, opening the door and getting out before helping Jonah get out by pulling the chair to the front as it was only a two-door muscle car.

Jonah headed over to my father while Brandon got out to help me with our bags.

“Thanks for the ride.” Brandon nodded at me.

“Glad, I could help out and I will help Jonah with his training if he is interested.” He offered and I can imagine Jonah exploding from the good news.

“He will definitely like that, thanks.” I walked away and caught my father still standing there looking at me

“Hey, dad. Need any help with those?” I asked noticing that he bought groceries.

He shook his head at me. “Who was that?”

“Oh, just some guy.” I know I was teasing him and it was fun to see my father squirm. He never had the privilege to talk with me and I think he was starting to regret it.

He followed after me into the house once Brandon was gone and went over to greet Meredith who told us that she got take-out.

I gathered my and my father’s meal when my father entered the kitchen, fidgeting with his tie and I felt his eyes burning a hole through my face.

“What?” I asked, raising my shoulders realizing he wanted to say something.

“I don’t know if I’m allowed to ask.” He remarked and silently thanked me when I handed his meal over.