" Anyways," Kit continued. " So Sam, how's that article going for journalism?" he asked. Kit had stopped by before heading to the range when Sam received the call from Rjay.
" Good, but I still need something to complete it," Sam answered thoughtfully.
" What do ya need?" Jake asked. Sam guessed that Kit had told him about it.
" Mmmm…dunno," she said with her mouth full. " Maybe a picture to finish it off." Sam suggested.
" What? Your gonna go visit Darton jail and ask Linc for a pic?" Jake teased although he kept a straight face.
" Noooo!" Sam squeaked horrified at the thought. " Of course not…I would never go alone to visit Linc Slocum in jail! Unless, of course, you came with me," Sam said the last part with a smirk, but Jake took it coolly.
" I think I'll pass, Brat." he said going back to his food. Sam glared at the use of his stupid nickname for her.
" No problem, Jacob." she retorted emphasizing the last word. Luke raised his head and gave her a weak smile, but Jake glared daggers at her. Hah! She'd gotten him.
The rest of the dinner passed uneventfully, and after Sam had helped Gram wash up the dishes, her dad called her outside.
" Sam, get out here for a sec," Wyatt called poking his head through the kitchen door.
" Coming!" Sam called wiping her hands dry and slipping on to the porch.
As soon as she stepped outside a blast of cold air met her, and she bounced up and down to keep warm, because she was still in her pajamas and socks.
" Sam?" Wyatt asked.
"Yah, dad?" Sam said.
" Tomorrow me and Brynna are taking cody to the hospital for a check up and you Gram's gonna be goin to town for some grocery shopping. Then Brynna wants to do some stuff for the baby at the mall." Wyatt said the last sentence rubbing the back of his neck like he was uncomfortable about going baby shopping. Which he probably was, thought Sam. " Well point is we won't be home till late, so I want you to finish your chores and help Jake here." Wyatt finished and gestured towards Jake who Sam hadn't even noticed till now, standing near the porch rail leaning against a pillar.
" Help him with what?" Sam asked curious.
" I'll let him explain." her dad said as he went over to Luke who was warming up their truck, with Jake's brothers fighting for the best seat.
She watched her dad's retreating back before turning to face Jake. "Yeah?" Sam said with a questioning look.
" You, Brat, are gonna help me pick out a car," Jake said with a crooked smile.