The weekend looked glorious and Kinley bounded out of bed early in a great mood. She had weekends off and she wanted to go and visit her father, missing him immensely. She fairly bounced down to the kitchen, refusing to worry about last night and all of the implications. It had been an awkward drive back and Spencer had split the second they had reached the pack house but she didn't care. The man couldn't avoid her forever and she'd find him when she needed to. When she wanted to, she corrected herself.
She drank down her first cup of coffee and then made another, this time sitting and savouring it. Sam joined her, looking sleepy in his pyjamas as she ruffled his hair and laughed. At least he was in a good mood, she thought, with a smile.
"Good morning" she trilled and he smiled at he
