Dylan's POV
“Why are you all here?” Greta asked the following morning as Demien, Derek, and I stood beside my car waiting for her.
“We are dropping you off at school,” I answered with a wink.
“I think I love that but why?” Greta asked looking at us suspiciously.
“Get in the car, Greta. We don't have all day,” Derek said waving her over. She was on the front porch throwing questions like an inspector.
“I think I must tell Dad I need my own car. Sydney drives after all,” Greta grumbled under her breath before she moved to stand by Demien.
Demien steered her to the back seat, then opened the door for her to enter the car. She gave him a stiff smile as she settled into the car.
Derek sat beside her while I drove and Demien sat in the front passenger seat. We were going as a united fr
