Grace of a Wolf (by Lenaleia) novel Chapter 167

167 Grace: There’s a Lot to Learn

Getting a car seat is a lot harder than I thought… and we haven’t even left the campsite

yet.

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It never really occurred to me we can’t just take a big rig like ours into a random store, parking lot. Some of them aren’t easily accessible for something closer to a semi truck than a regular car.

I squint at the map on my tiny phone screen as Lyre zooms into a spot just off the highway.

“Your only option nearby is going to be this Walmart,” she says, toggling the satellite

the space

for overnight parking.” photos. “See? They’ve got the

“We aren’t staying there overnight.”

“No, but that means they have enough room.”

Right, right.

“Funny it’s another Walmart,” I mumble. It’s where I met Lyre.

“It’s always another Walmart. Get used to it.” She smirks a little before zooming back out. “Anyway, you remember what I told you, right?”

I nod automatically. “Only two to three hundred miles a day, don’t put out my slides in a parking lot, and try to park to the back so we aren’t bothering the others.”

“Our tanks aren’t very full, but don’t forget to stop by a dump site, especially one with extra fresh water. And always turn off your—”

“Water pump if we stop to use the bathroom,” I finish for her. “I remember.”

The RV life crash course she gave me feels like it happened years ago instead of days. So many rules I never knew existed for a life I never planned to lead.

Owen and Caine pause by us, done inspecting the truck. Owen is some sort of car seat guru, apparently, and he’s our tie–breaker on the seating arrangement.

His silver–gray eyes meet mine immediately. “You can fit a forward–facing car seat in the truck,” he says. “In the front.”

167 Grace: There’s a Lot to Learn

Forward–facing…?

I stare at him blankly, then look over at Bun, who’s currently worm–crawling through the dirt with Jer. Her little body wiggles with determination as Jer laughs, showing her how to improve her technique. They’re both going to have to change before getting in the truck.

“Is she big enough for that?” I ask. I’d pictured Bun needing one of those car seats with a handle you carry around the grocery store, something to cradle her tiny body. She’s so small, even for a two–year–old.

Owen shrugs. “It’s the only option for the truck. If she’s in the car-‘

“She won’t be,” Caine cuts in.

“—a convertible car seat facing the rear should be fine. But not a bucket.”

“Bucket?”

“The ones with the handle. They’re for young babies, not toddlers like Bun.”

Ah. So basically the kind I thought we were getting. Turns out there’s a lot to learn about kids and car seats.

He clears his throat. “It would be better to put a few children in Andrew’s car. The bench won’t be comfortable for them for long drives.”

I don’t bother hiding the smug look I shoot at Caine. See? There isn’t enough room. Take that, you pigheaded alpha. (2)

His response is immediate and cold. “Absolutely not.”

“This isn’t up to you,” Owen says calmly, unruffled by the Lycan’s anger.

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