When we reach the packhouse, Paul parks in his usual spot in the carport; the farthest spot from the packhouse. The alpha has a designated spot in the front, but he said he’s used the same spot for years and he just parks there out of habit. He promised me the alpha spot when I finally learned how to drive. Dad, Carlos and Alpha Lewis use it now when they can, fighting each other for the right. I may not use the spot because watching them bicker like old women over it is very entertaining.
I opened the side door and held it for Paul, who was stubbornly carrying in all our stuff and not allowing me to help. Instead of walking through the halls and risking Eva seeing us, we decided to take the service stairs all the way up to the fifth floor.
“I don’t think we bought enough,” Paul grunts
