Page 11 of His White Moonlight
“He’s going to the office too.Why waste the gas?”
“Why can’t I go with you then?”
“We worked late so that we can take tomorrow off.”Mom smiled and waved goodnight before closing my door.
I stared after them in disbelief.They wantedtomorrowoff?What about today, the day I came home for the first time in forever?
Closing the laptop with a snap, I set it aside and turned off the light.
It doesn’t matter, Wrenly.Earn the money and reclaim your life.You’ve got this.
* * *
Mom and Dadwere already gone when I came downstairs for breakfast.Bennett sat at the table, reading a tablet and eating his omelette.He looked up when I entered.
His sweeping gaze was so neutral as it traveled down the length of me that I wasn’t sure how to interpret it.
Then, he spoke.
“Don’t you have something more…business casual?”
I looked down at my jeans and T-shirt, which were similar to what I’d worn the day before.
“I lived at a boarding school with a uniform for four years, Bennett, and I wasn’t expecting to be pushed into working at Wulf Enterprises on my second day home.How would I have business casual clothes?”
“Mom sent you clothes.Purses.Shoes.”
“Those weren’t business casual, and I sold them for drugs and alcohol.”
His gaze narrowed on me.“You’re lying.”
“And you’re annoying.I guess we can’t help ourselves.”I pulled out a chair and reached over to steal a piece of toast off his plate.“How soon are we leaving?Do I have time to ask for an omelette too?”
He watched me take a bite of his toast and glanced at the door a second before a woman entered with another plate.
“Sandy?”I asked as she set it down in front of me.
She nodded.“It’s nice to meet you, Miss Belak.”
“Please call me Wrenly.”
“I’ve made ham and cheese omelettes this morning.If you have any preferences in the future, let me know.”
“I’m not a picky eater, so I’m happy with whatever you make me.”
When she left, I dug in, eating quickly since it was close to seven.Once I finished, I stood with my plate in hand.
“Leave it.Sandy will get it.Are you ready?”
“Give me two more minutes.”
I set the plate down and ran upstairs to gather my things and brush my teeth.Bennett was still in the same spot, minus the dishes, when I came back downstairs.I followed him through the kitchen, saying a quick word of thanks to Sandy, and out into the garage.He pulled a familiar key fob from his pocket and unlocked the car I’d taken the day before.
“Am I driving?”I asked.
“Not today.We need to make a stop on the way to work.”
I didn’t argue about the driving since I knew Wulf Enterprises was in the city and didn’t care about the stop.
