Rebecca’s Point of View
“Bas, Dylan called she asked me to come help her with something at the house. Do you want to go with me?” I asked Bastien from downstairs.
“Is everything alright?” He answered from the top of the stairs.
“I think so, she sounded more amused than anything. You don’t have to go; I know you need to get to Baez’s.”
“I do but it’s more important to see the kids. I’ll be down in a minute; I’ll vamp us there. It’s too muddy for you to take a moped.”
“Alright, I’m going to gather the ingredients I need to make Jonesy his favorite banana pancakes.” By the time I was done packing what I needed into a basket Bastien was waiting for me at the front door. He opened his mouth to say something but thought better of it when I shot him a look. We made sure there were no pry
