Nineteen
My mouth drops open, I blink twice, he’s the reason Pa was fired? Pa was miserable for a short period until the marriage proposal came up and the culprit is right here wearing a proud smile. I jump from the couch to come and stand in front of him.
"You!"
"He told me to shove my apology far up my dirty, white ass because I refused to clean the coffee spill," Brandon murmurs with his hands raised in surrender. "That’s racist."
I huff and shake my head with a frown. "That’s not racist and your ass is dirty for making an old man clean up your mess. You dirty, white ass," I say and we both chuckle.
"Come." He taps his legs for me to sit and I do so. My legs come on either side of him and my hands automatically go around his neck. "Cheer up. We are good friends now."
"I know that," I reply in the same breathy tone he used. "Thank you for helping us."