The Law of Motion (Law Series) by Di'Nisha Robinson Page B

it’s not up to me.” I explained. Then he gave me that look I couldn’t resist. I sighed looking up at Mrs. Flowers. “I’ll clear my day, but it isn’t up to me. If Tawny and Ross agree, then I’ll be there.”                           
                  Juan was in the car talking a mile a minute, completely oblivious to the fact that there was even a problem. He just assumed that all of his uncles came with Tink and me to pick him up from school.
                  I held him in my lap as he leaned over the middle seat showing Dario all the artwork he made during class. “That’s something, bambino .” Dario looked in awe trying to match his excitement.
                  “Who are all them people?” Juan asked looking out the window as we pulled upfront.
                  “ Those people Juan.” Tink corrected.
                  Juan repeated the correction. “Those. T-h-o-s-e.”
                  “Better.” Tink nodded smiling. “ They, are no one you need to worry about.”
                  I got out of the car extending my arms so that he could jump in. “ Ugh! You’re heavy.” I groaned dramatically securing him before we tried to force our way inside.
                  “No I’m not!” He laughed looking around at everyone, completely distracted by the attention.

Chapter 3- Field trip
                 
                  My lady was downstairs in the kitchen before me this morning. I stared at her in the doorway watching her make her breakfast. She was wearing just a tank top and the sexiest pair of boy shorts. Watching her stretch up to get the peanut butter from the cabinet was beyond drool worthy, and was only topped by her bending into the fridge to get the orange juice.
                  “Now you’re just playing with me.” I groaned walking all the way in. She already had a glass of juice on the table.
                  She flashed me a smirk that let me know that she was completely guilty. “I heard you when you came downstairs.” She confided spreading the peanut butter on her waffles.
                  I should have known, there wasn’t much she missed. “Any good news today?”
                  “Yeah, it is the first day there is no mention of us in paper in any way.” She reported, her green eyes ecstatic. She hated everything that involved Neil Industries, President included.
                  “Really?” I asked surprised, taking the eggs out of the fridge. “What took the attention?”
                  She shrugged, “Corrupt senator.”
                  “Ah,” I nodded recalling glimpses of the news last night, when the story first broke.             
                  “I’m thinking of cleaning out the tree house.” She mused looking in the back yard.
                  When Kristen had first gotten pregnant, Chance would lie in bed, talking about all of the things she wanted when she was younger but couldn’t have. A tree house was one of them. She said that if she ever had children that she would want them to have one.
                  I immediately got to work on planning it, determined to give her whatever she wanted. I brought it up to her as something that Juan could play in since he was at our house almost as much as Doc and Ross’s place. Though skeptical of my reasoning she agreed because Juan was already for it.
                  So as the girls lounged in hammocks all summer, the guys and I got to work on a tree house that would rival anything from a Home and Gardens magazine. It was technically two tree houses with a rope bridge connecting them. They had locking doors and windows, with a balcony and stairs instead of a ladder. The thing was fucking awesome.
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