Romance: First Time and Pregnant With The Navy Seal (Stepbrother, Military, Romance) by Scarlett Skye Page B
Authors: Scarlett Skye
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here.”
“Well, I’m here now. Let’s go.”
Dianna followed Leslie into the other room, and almost crashed into her when the girl stopped. She took a step back, and sighed.
“What now?”
“Where is my helmet?”
Dianna turned to look at her, “I don't know. It isn't my helmet to keep track of.”
“I was keeping track of it. I put it down where I always do. Then I went out to talk to Lindsay, and see if I could find you. And when I came back it was gone,” the teenager shouted.
Dianna motioned with her hands for the girl to calm down. The helmet was pretty big, there was no way it could have rolled off and hidden in a corner.
“I had it right here!”
“Are you sure Les?”
“Yes, I'm very sure. 100 per cent sure. And don't call me Les.”
Dianna sighed, “perhaps someone thought it belonged to them. I'm sure it will turn up.”
Leslie snorted, and picked up her bag, stalking towards the door. “Probably someone stole it.”
Dianna made a face at her, “no one stole it. Why would anyone want to steal just yours? There are so many more around here.”
Leslie spun around, “why don’t you ever listen to me? I bet you took it, so you don’t have to come here anymore. You’re trying to wreck everything.”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t take anything.”
Leslie scowled at her, “then what were you doing in here? You never come in here.”
“I was bringing something back. And it wasn’t your helmet. I haven’t seen your helmet since we got here.”
“I bet you took it. I bet you took it so that you don’t have to come here any more.”
Leslie’s voice got louder and louder as she spoke. She tried to shush the girl, but that only seemed to make it worse. Finally, Leslie stomped out of the tack house. Dianna just looked at her for a few seconds, watching her niece stalk out to the parking lot.
They drove home in silence. Leslie sulking about her helmet, Dianna unsure of what to say to the teenager. But if Dianna was worried she would sulk all night, Leslie answered that question when they got home. She stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her, and dropping her things on the floor.
“Whoa, what’s all this about?” her dad asked, holding up his hands.
“Aunt Dianna lost my riding helmet.”
“I did nothing of the sort,” Dianna argued, coming up behind Leslie. She could feel her voice rising.
“I had to go looking for you, so I had to leave everything sitting there without watching it.”
“Which you do all the time anyway. Who watches your things while you’re out with lessons? Who watches those things while you’re out looking at horses, forcing me to go looking for you?” Dianna pointed out. “You are very rarely waiting where we are supposed to meet, and I have to go looking for you.”
Leslie growled in frustration. “You ruin everything. I wish you weren’t even here. I hate you.”
Leslie stormed up to her room, and slammed her door. Her brother shrugged at Dianna, who just shook her head. She didn’t understand Leslie’s sudden mood changes any more than he did.
“Why did she have to go looking for you?” he asked, frowning.
Dianna pulled her lips into a tight line, “I had been asked to go on the trail ride. It ended only a few minutes after Leslie’s lessons.”
He nodded, relieved and stood up. He went upstairs after Leslie, and knocked on her door. After a few minutes, he came back down, sighing.
“Sorry about that,” he said making a face. “Teenage girls are hard to figure out.”
He sat down next to her at the kitchen table, rubbing his head.
“I’ll take the kids out tonight, give everyone a little break, and we’ll see what’s up with Leslie.”
Dianna smiled weakly and nodded, “that might be a
“Well, I’m here now. Let’s go.”
Dianna followed Leslie into the other room, and almost crashed into her when the girl stopped. She took a step back, and sighed.
“What now?”
“Where is my helmet?”
Dianna turned to look at her, “I don't know. It isn't my helmet to keep track of.”
“I was keeping track of it. I put it down where I always do. Then I went out to talk to Lindsay, and see if I could find you. And when I came back it was gone,” the teenager shouted.
Dianna motioned with her hands for the girl to calm down. The helmet was pretty big, there was no way it could have rolled off and hidden in a corner.
“I had it right here!”
“Are you sure Les?”
“Yes, I'm very sure. 100 per cent sure. And don't call me Les.”
Dianna sighed, “perhaps someone thought it belonged to them. I'm sure it will turn up.”
Leslie snorted, and picked up her bag, stalking towards the door. “Probably someone stole it.”
Dianna made a face at her, “no one stole it. Why would anyone want to steal just yours? There are so many more around here.”
Leslie spun around, “why don’t you ever listen to me? I bet you took it, so you don’t have to come here anymore. You’re trying to wreck everything.”
“Oh, don’t be ridiculous. I didn’t take anything.”
Leslie scowled at her, “then what were you doing in here? You never come in here.”
“I was bringing something back. And it wasn’t your helmet. I haven’t seen your helmet since we got here.”
“I bet you took it. I bet you took it so that you don’t have to come here any more.”
Leslie’s voice got louder and louder as she spoke. She tried to shush the girl, but that only seemed to make it worse. Finally, Leslie stomped out of the tack house. Dianna just looked at her for a few seconds, watching her niece stalk out to the parking lot.
They drove home in silence. Leslie sulking about her helmet, Dianna unsure of what to say to the teenager. But if Dianna was worried she would sulk all night, Leslie answered that question when they got home. She stormed into the house, slamming the door behind her, and dropping her things on the floor.
“Whoa, what’s all this about?” her dad asked, holding up his hands.
“Aunt Dianna lost my riding helmet.”
“I did nothing of the sort,” Dianna argued, coming up behind Leslie. She could feel her voice rising.
“I had to go looking for you, so I had to leave everything sitting there without watching it.”
“Which you do all the time anyway. Who watches your things while you’re out with lessons? Who watches those things while you’re out looking at horses, forcing me to go looking for you?” Dianna pointed out. “You are very rarely waiting where we are supposed to meet, and I have to go looking for you.”
Leslie growled in frustration. “You ruin everything. I wish you weren’t even here. I hate you.”
Leslie stormed up to her room, and slammed her door. Her brother shrugged at Dianna, who just shook her head. She didn’t understand Leslie’s sudden mood changes any more than he did.
“Why did she have to go looking for you?” he asked, frowning.
Dianna pulled her lips into a tight line, “I had been asked to go on the trail ride. It ended only a few minutes after Leslie’s lessons.”
He nodded, relieved and stood up. He went upstairs after Leslie, and knocked on her door. After a few minutes, he came back down, sighing.
“Sorry about that,” he said making a face. “Teenage girls are hard to figure out.”
He sat down next to her at the kitchen table, rubbing his head.
“I’ll take the kids out tonight, give everyone a little break, and we’ll see what’s up with Leslie.”
Dianna smiled weakly and nodded, “that might be a
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