The Alpha Bodyguards Books #1-3

Chapter Thirty-One

T hree days .

Three long, insufferable days to drive to Iowa, and this was my reception?

I stood in my parents’ kitchen staring at three strangers with my backpack on one shoulder.

“Well look what the cat dragged in,” my mother muttered, going back to chopping vegetables.

My father looked at my wrinkled dress. “That what they wear in Hollywood these days?”

My brother leered at me. “That’s probably what you wear when you’re broke.” He punched my dad’s arm and laughed before looking back at me. “You broke, ain’t cha, sis?”

My mother dumped the zucchini in a frying pan. “Broke or not, everyone’s gotta pull their weight around here.” She nodded toward the table. “Wash up, girl. You ain’t no better than any of us. Set the table while the boys take the horses back to the barn.”

Speechless, I stupidly did exactly what my mother said.