My Hot Alpha novel Chapter 444

I was in the kitchen making coffee when I felt the vibration of my phone from my back pocket.

My gran checking to see if I was still coming over for breakfast. I sat at the table and messaged her back. I would drink this cup and then head out. Jake still wasn’t back yet, and I had heard nothing.

He was busy dealing with what happened, probably wasn’t in the right frame of mind and blaming himself. No one was to blame for what happened. It was unfortunate but expected to happen at some point.

Running a hand down my face I stifled the yawn trying to escape. I was tried today, and my head hurt a little. I pushed myself to my feet and poured the remainder of my coffee down the sink.

Slipping my arms into my jacket I grabbed the keys to Jake’s truck and opened the front door. Alanna’s car was parked in the driveway, but she was nowhere to be seen.

Which means she was blocking me in. I chewed the inside of my cheek as I turned the key in the door and made sure it was locked. I can only assume she was with Jake.

How could I turn up at my grans empty handed? I didn’t want her to think I expected her to cook. She should be resting like the doctor told her to. I walked down the drive and crossed the street heading to her house.

My aunt Claires car was parked on the street, so she was here for breakfast as well. I thought she’d have headed home by now. Unless she had extended her stay because of grans fall.

I must have stood for at least 5 minutes arguing with myself on whether I should knock or just walk in. And then I stood for a furthermore 5 minutes thinking about how stupid I was being.

The door opened in front of me and I took a small step back.

“Hi”. I spoke.

“Leah”. George smiled. “Have you been out here long?”.

“No”.

I shook my head.

It was awkward. I could feel it and I hated it. I wasn’t sure if

it was always going to feel that way or not. He was my grandfather but not really.

“Go inside she’s in the kitchen with your auntie Claire”

I nodded my head as I walked my way inside.

They were sat at the island drinking coffee. The smell of bacon and pancakes hit my nose, and my stomach growled

“Right on time sweetheart”.

She had made enough food to feed the street. I swear she didn’t know the meaning of rest.

“Come sit down and eat there’s plenty of food”.

Still, “I can see that”. I frowned. “You’re meant to be resting”.

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