Page 79 of Ravenous

“Yay! What’re we waitin’ for then?” she asked.

“Yeah, what are we waiting for?” I repeated, trying to look sweet and innocent.

I wondered that, too. Wes stared at both of us, then rolled his eyes. “Women.”

Before Wes could put the car back in gear, his cell rang. It came through the dashboard.

“Afternoon, Wes. Levi here.”

For a moment, I freaked, thinking he was going to say that Soraya was back. I grabbed Wes' hand.

“I’m in the truck with my girls,” Wes said, most likely warning the sheriff that there was a four-year-old with big ears. Especially big, since shifters supposedly heard really well.

“I won’t keep you. Just wanted to tell you that I worked with Selena Jenkins. Papers were drawn up as you wanted.”

Selena Jenkins was a lawyer, but also a shifter, who Levi said had helped their pack members in the past. The papers offered Soraya a sum of money in exchange for relinquishing any custody rights to Remy. Wes would have full custody. Permanently. The sum was vast for a not-quite-starving artist like me, but not for a billionaire.

I had a feeling he’d have paid anything to make Soraya go away and never come back.

“And?”

“And they’re all signed,” Levi replied. “Congratulations.”

Wes sighed, then smiled. “Thanks.”

It was over. Soraya was gone. She’d gotten what she wanted–money. Wes got a guarantee that she could never take Remy away.

The call ended, and he pulled back on the road.

“That was a good use of the money,” I told him. When all of a sudden one had enough money to buy a fleet of planes, it was hard to even know where to start spending it. Which Wes didn’t seem to want to do. He was content. Remy was happy.

That was all that mattered.

He nodded. “Another good use is getting your house fixed. I’m not waiting for the insurance to go through.”

My mouth opened. “What? I–I can pay you back.”

“Do you want me to pull the truck over again?” he warned.

“No!” Remy called.

“Wes–”

“We’re a family now, honey. I don’t plan on buying a yacht and putting your name on it or anything, but I think we can swing fixing your roof.”

He had a point.

“Okay,” I agreed. “I didn’t really want a second job at Cody’s.”

“The list of consequences is getting longer the more you talk,” he said, his voice tipped quiet.

“You don’t want to move rocks!” Remy said from the back, proving she could hear anyway.

We pulled into Mom’s driveway, and Wes put the truck in park.

“Can I go ask for extra cherries now?” Remy asked.

“Yes,” Wes said.

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