MISSY
Spending a couple of days with Lemon was refreshing. I missed hanging out with her. I loved Lea with all my heart, but Lemon and I connected in a different way, probably because she was closer to my age. For reasons unknown, having work to do at the inn all day that was entirely away from the pack was also a nice distraction.
I still ached for Maddox and was sad about my grandfather being killed, but I felt a bit better by the time I was headed home Wednesday afternoon with Austin. When we pulled into the packhouse driveway, Austin turned to me with a giant, cheesy grin on his face.
“What?” I asked.
“I get to be the one to tell you that your father has Maddox on the phone upstairs in his office,” he said.
“Oh my Goddess!” I squealed.
“Go! Quick!” he said, motioning for me t
