Raine's POV
Immediately I heard my dad, I sat up, my heart slamming into overdrive. I swung my legs off the bed and moved swiftly to the door, opening it just enough to hear what he was yapping about.
"...and I told him if he wants the deal, he better come correct," Dad was saying. "I'm not running a charity bike sale here."
Isla's voice followed his as she responded. "Yeah, I get that. But speaking of deals, Dad, there's something I need to talk to you about."
I moved to the top of the staircase, gripping the railing as I watched them in the living room below. Dad was leaning against the back of the couch with his arms crossed, still in his riding gear. Isla stood a few feet away, wringing her hands.
"What is it?" Dad asked, sounding distracted.
"Well, it's actually kind of importan
