Free Love Slave for Two: Reunions [Love Slave for Two 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) by Tymber Dalton

hat to the men and Nevvie. “Have a safe trip, folks.”
    Nevvie shoved her way past Tyler and stormed into the RV. Andrew followed, a barely contained smile on his face. He went straight to the fridge to put the groceries away. Tyler followed Nevvie as she headed for the back to check on the boys, profusely apologizing to her the whole time.
    “Nevvie, darling, I’m sor—”
    She held up a hand, cutting him off. “Stop. Right now. Do not speak to me when I’m in this mood.”
    Tom closed the side door and headed for the driver’s seat. “Ty, seriously? I would leave her alone and let her cool off. He looked at Andrew. “How mad is she, Dad?”
    Andrew smiled and glanced back to where Nevvie had disappeared into the bedroom. “I dare say she will take a few stripes out of Tyler’s flesh, perhaps more than just metaphorically, before her ire has run its course.”
    “How long do you think that will take?” Tyler asked him.
    Andrew snorted. “Maybe by the next ice age, son. If you’re lucky.”

Chapter Seven
     
    Nevvie was relieved to find both boys sound asleep in bed and the movie still running. She collapsed next to them and took a deep breath.
    No, Tyler hadn’t meant to take off without them. She knew that. But the fact that he had still infuriated her beyond reason. He was so eager to do things that he didn’t always stop to think about the full repercussions.
    Thank god it hadn’t taken long to catch up.
    She felt the RV being shifted into gear and start moving again. Before she could get up, she heard a light tap at the door.
    “Come in.” She’d have to have it out with Tyler sooner or later.
    With more than a little relief she saw it was Andrew. He stepped in and closed the door behind him before sitting down on the bunk, the kids between them.
    “Are you all right?”
    “I’ll live.” She thought about it for a moment. “And so will Tyler.” She sighed. “I promise I won’t kill him. Much. He’s not driving, is he? Please, tell me he’s not driving.”
    “No, Tom’s behind the wheel. Tyler does feel horrible about what happened.”
    “I know.” She closed her eyes again. “I think maybe I’m going to cancel the stop in Sheridan to see Mary.”
    “May I ask why?”
    She shrugged without opening her eyes. “We’ve already had enough stress. I damn well don’t need any more.”
    When he didn’t speak, she finally looked at him. “Please, Dad. Just say whatever’s on your mind.”
    “Well, I’m not trying to tell you how to run your life.”
    “Just give me your opinion. It’s all right. I’m asking for it.”
    “I think it’s something that’s been bothering you for quite a few years. Perhaps finally having the closure would be a good thing for you. Painful, possibly. Maybe even very likely. But it would finally allow you to work through it once and for all and move on.”
    “You’re spooky, Dad.” She reached across the sleeping boys and grabbed his hand, giving it a squeeze. “And I think maybe you’re right.” She had a thought. “Would you go with me?”
    “You don’t want Tyler and Tom to go?”
    “It’s not that I don’t want them to go, but I think I’d rather have you go with me.”
    “Of course, love. I’d be happy to go with you. May I ask why?”
    She tried to gather her thoughts before she spoke. “They’re protective. Not that you aren’t, but I’m going to be nervous enough as it is. I don’t need their righteous indignation on my behalf tossed into the mix. Does that make sense?”
    He nodded. “That makes perfect sense.”
    Nevvie fought the urge to drift off to sleep despite her previous desire for a nap. The comforting sway of the RV trundling down I-90 relaxed her after the morning’s excitement. Then Andrew spoke again.
    “I’m truly honored that you trust me enough to go with you.”
    She squeezed his hand again. “You’re my dad. Why wouldn’t I trust you?” She scowled. “Unlike what Mary did to me. You do remind me