Independent She-wolf novel Chapter 33

When Ryan saw my annoyed expression, he chuckled. "Yeah it's fine. I think Nana and Grandpa will take Ben and Cody when they leave after the funeral. I'm going to sell the house and get an apartment soon. I'll have a lawyer look at the will, too."

"You know that I can help you with these things, Ry," I said. "I can help you know."

Jace nodded. "I could, too if you want. I could have my lawyer look at the will for you. He did that when I lost my father."

He lost his father? Jace never told me that. I just stared at him. He was definitely going to explain that tonight. Ryan just nodded. "I appreciate it. And I'm sorry about your dad."

"Thank you," Jace said not meeting my eyes. I couldn't help but feel hurt that he didn't tell me. I looked away.

"Did you set the funeral and wake?" I asked Ryan.

"Wake is tomorrow and the funerals Tuesday," he said.

"Okay," I said and shifted slightly.

Jace got up and looked at the both of us. "I should get going. I was going to visit my mother today."

My brother stood and shook his hand. "It was nice meeting you, Jace," he said.

"Yeah, you too," Jace said as he started to walk towards the door.

"I'll walk you out," I said quickly as I got up. His face said that he wanted to protest, but I glared at him. He sighed and let me walk him to the door. Once we were outside, I shut the front door behind us and turned to him. "Jace, why didn't you tell me about your dad?"

He just shrugged. "Dani, I don't want to talk about it right now," he said. He wouldn't meet my eyes. God, that really pissed me off.

"Come on, Jace. I told you everything," I said.

"Dani, I don't want to talk about it!"

"Is this how it's going to be?" I asked. "The minute I open myself up to you, you close yourself off? Why can't you talk to me, Jace? We're mates. We should be able to tell each other everything! Why can't you tell me about your dad?"

As I neared the house, I shifted and changed into my clothes. The house was lit and I heard the soft hum of piano music. My mom loved listening to the piano. Though she couldn't play for her life, she loved listening to it.

I didn't bother knocking. It was my mom's house. Not Queen Elizabeth's. "Mum?" I called.

"Jace?" she asked as she came into the room. My mom as only in her early forties. She had Blond hair tied back in a ponytail and my dark brown eyes. Well, actually I guess I had her eyes. She was small only around feet, two inches.

"Hey," I said. "Everything okay."

She rolled her eyes. "Sweetheart, you've got to stop worrying about me. I'm fine. Did you want some coffee? You haven't been here for awhile."

"Sure," I said as I followed her into the kitchen. I sat down and she started to making the coffee.

When she turned back to me, she surprised me. "So what's her name?"