Finally Finn (Los Rancheros #4) Read Online Free PDF

soccer. After each lesson, we go to the YMCA
where I got a monthly membership and swim until they can’t stand it
anymore. By the time we get home to a magically cooked meal in the
crockpot, everyone is too exhausted and starving to fight.
    Today is different, though. Batty’s office
has been calling me to set up an appointment to go over papers in
my lawsuit against my brother and sister for embezzling all of my
money. Because I’m two hours away, I have no choice but to bring
the kids with me. After talking to Batty’s secretary, as well as my
assistant Jacque, they coordinate a flight to Los Angeles that cuts
the commute down to twenty minutes without killing my bank
account.
    As soon as I pick the kids up, they notice
their bumblebee and ladybug suitcases in the passenger seat.
    “What is that?”
    “Are we going somewhere?”
    “Where are we going?”
    “Are we flying?”
    “I bet we’re driving.”
    “Nuh uh! We’re gonna fly.” I decide to
interrupt.
    “Hey! We’re flying to L.A. Now how was
school?”
    “Fine.”
    “Fine.” I roll my eyes. I sure hope they
teach them something, because I would never know it. At the
airport, the kids want to pull their luggage themselves, so we go
at a snail’s pace and it takes ten minutes to get out to the plane,
but their smiles are contagious, so I decide not to be annoyed.
Things have been getting slowly better between us.
    A seemingly easy twenty-minute flight turns
into twenty minutes of pure hell. Apparently, Hannah has sensitive
ears that never pop. Trying to comfort her screaming her head off
and sobbing the whole time has me about to jump out with her just
to get her on the ground again. Eating ice seems to take the pain
from excruciating sobs to big fat silent tears. Too bad we figured
that out in the last five minutes of the trip.
    When I stagger down the stairs with her hand
held firmly in mine, I decide we’re driving home. Fuck that. At the
rental car kiosk, I pick up the keys reserved for me and find a
Dodge Charger in the lot. After the booster seats are installed
again, I secure the kids and wipe the hair sticking to Hannah’s
forehead from where she sweated on the flight.
    I think we’re both startled when I kiss her
temple, but I quickly shut the door and get in the driver’s seat.
I’m pleasantly surprised at the rumble of the engine after I turn
the key, and how fast it accelerates out of the parking lot. I make
the decision to rent the car for the rest of my stay in Farmville
and that I’m driving back.
    I call Jacque on the way to In-N-Out, since I
know the kids will be hungry soon, and I don’t know how long my
meeting will run.
    “Natasha from the Triple Threat team
keeps calling. They need to set up Fandy’s home auditions and I
guess they have a new idea for the show that they need to add to
your contract. Where are you?” he asks.
    “I’m in L.A. for the weekend.”
    “And you have the . . .” he trails off.
    “Yes,” I say shortly.
    “Okay. I’ll see if they can get you in
tonight after your meeting at Brennick Records. I’ll let you
know.”
    “Thanks. Later.” A glance in the rearview
mirror, which shows ketchup covered faces, and I pass out more
napkins. At least this is a rental.
    When we get to the studio, I guide the girls
into an elevator.
    “Is this where you work?” Bridgette asks. I
look at the sign on the back wall with her last name and shake my
head.
    “Sometimes. I just have to sign some papers
then we can go. If you two are super good, I’ll take you for ice
cream.” Their eyes light up and they start to bounce in excitement.
I’m relieved that Hannah looks to be feeling better. In reception,
I’m directed straight back to a conference room, since we’re
late.
    I get the kids some paper and look around for
something to write with.
    “Do you have some crayons or something?” I
ask the lawyer shuffling paper at the other end of the table. She
looks at me blankly until I give up waiting for an