Benny’s POV
Taking my nod as a sign of agreement to her terms, Eralia heads to the passenger side of my truck, pulling open the door as I head to the driver’s side.
‘Tanner, seatbelt, Austin, you too, and stop breathing on the window to draw pictures, this is Benny’s truck, we treat it with respect. Libs, please make sure that Tan keeps his feet down, Benny doesn’t want footprints on the back of his seats’ she orders.
I watch in the rearview mirror as each child immediately does as they are told; the sound of fastening seatbelts fill the small space before four sets of eyes land on me once again.
I glance back at them, double checking the belts are all secure, something that the owner of our security company is a stickler about and has rubbed off on me over my time there.
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