Letting Go Read Online Free

available to assist you and your families if needed. Please feel free to stop by my office or the guidance office to pick up brochures and information.” Her fingertips touched several pamphlets. “We have information on various topics; child abuse, hunger, gay rights and assistance, bullying. Please don’t remain silent and suffer, we can help. I want to help.” She held up the brochures so they could see. Dealing with teens and their short attention span made her job more challenging. If only they would pay attention on the front end, she’d have fewer emergency abuse cases later in the year.
    She lingered a bit, hoping her comments reached someone. It would be great to make it through the year without casualties. As a realist, she knew better. But dreaming cost nothing.
    “Thanks guys, here’s Principal Howard.” She collected her brochures, her nerves, her throbbing libido, and left the stage.

Chapter 3
     
    “Let’s grab a bite to eat in here,” Robert, Grant’s father, said as they walked the crowded sidewalk in the business district near the office. “Dean’s waiting for us.”
    Grant stood almost a foot taller than his dad, uncle and brother. As a teenager, he’d grown taller and wider than his slender brother, and that hadn’t changed.
    When he was a younger, he'd looked like an adopted kid and hated the feeling. His mom took him to visit her family and that's when he finally understood. All the men were over six feet, and linebacker big. He spent every summer with them until his freshman year of high school. His dad wanted him to attend boring academic camps. Dean excelled in those places, and his mom assured him it’d be fun. They weren’t.
    Grant swallowed a groan. In a weird way, the invite to eat seemed like an intervention unfolding instead of a congratulatory meal. Thank goodness Kip'd had something to do and refused the early dinner invite, one less person to witness his embarrassment. But that meant he would be surrounded by Whittaker males. Crap.
    His appetite faltered. The cool air of the upscale restaurant served as a balm to his flushed skin. Ignoring the tightening in his gut, he released a stream of air and took the seat next to his older brother.
    “What’s up, Dean?” He asked out of courtesy while sliding a manila envelope containing forms he’d signed toward his brother. Neither one of them cared about the other and had stopped faking sibling affection years ago. The sibling rivalry hadn’t stopped once they became adults. The better his ball career became, the harder Dean worked to become his dad’s mini-me. Despite all the fake concern his brother had sent his way when he'd tripped over Blair’s skate on the stairs and busted his knee, he knew Dean had been happy the event ended his football career.
    “Nothing much. So how’d it go? How did the kiddy speech work for you?”
    Grant ignored him. The question had been thrown at him, but was really meant for the elders at the table.
    “Not bad. Started slow, but it didn’t take long for him to reach his stride. A few kids woke up and engaged,” his uncle, the more generous of the two, said after a quick glance to his dad. Grant smiled at his uncle. The man worked hard at keeping peace in the family and could always be counted on for any type of emergency. After his athletic career ended, his uncle had hung around the house offering assistance to him and his ex-wife, Priscilla. Grant owed the man more than he could repay.
    “So he’s ready for the fundraiser?” Dean asked. Grant picked up a thread of nerves in his voice and glanced in his direction. As usual, Dean’s gaze had locked onto their dad. Everyone waited for Robert to speak. To pass judgment. The pecking order pissed Grant off, it always had.
    “He should be ready.” Robert turned to Grant, their gazes met. “Something happened after a few moments, you clicked, relaxed, and just talked to the kids. That’s the magic you have that the other guys don’t.