Double Take [Sequel to Bound]

2. Monsieur Tanner

Sorry for the long wait, peeps. I'm slowly getting back to writing, even though I still have midterms going on, lol.

A lot of you have been asking if Kelsey and Harry are going to make a lot of appearances in this book, and if they get their own POV's. I just want to let you know that this sequel has to do with their kids, so Kelsey and Harry WILL be making appearances here and there, but will not be getting their own POV's. The only POV's you will be reading are going to be Leah and Klara's.

But trust me, it's better this way.

Enjoy xxx

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Klara’s POV:

          “Dad, seriously, you’ve had that bandana since before I was born; I think it’s time for you to throw it away,” I grumbled as I stepped barefooted into the kitchen, walking in on my parents laughing over something I didn’t want to know.

          Dad sat on the counter, his long legs almost touching the floor of the kitchen as Mum cooked up some lunch. He wore a worn-down looking American flag bandana around his head, pushing back his brown bushy hair as his palms rested on the counter; his half sleeved shirt revealing tattoos on his left arm.

          It was a bit weird to see my dad with tattoos at first, when I had first been introduced to them at the age of four. But then I saw all of my dad’s friends having them, except for Uncle Niall, and they seemed pretty cool. But still – seeing your father have tattoos on his arm and chest is a bit weird.

          My dad looked at me, grinning as dimples formed on his cheeks. “It’s my favorite bandana,” he exclaimed, “there’s no way I’m throwing it out.”

          “Trust me,” Mum said, turning around to smile at me, “I’ve tried getting rid of it a few times. The thing just keeps coming back.”

          “And that’s why you don’t throw my things out,” Dad grinned, leaning over and kissing Mum’s cheek.

          I rolled my eyes, walking over to the cabinet and taking out a glass to pour some water for myself. “Not in front of me, please,” I pleaded, gulping down my water.

          “You’re such a sourpuss,” Mum said, facing me. “Why didn’t you go out with Leah and everyone else today?”

          I shrugged, putting the glass down. “I slept in; I didn’t feel like getting out of bed.”

          Mum chuckled, “Sounds just like me.”

          “Well, I am your daughter,” I grinned. “Anyway, do you know when Leah’s coming back? We’ve got a photo shoot at five.”  

          Dad checked the Rolex watch on his left wrist. “She said she’d be back by three; you’ve got plenty of time.”

          I nodded, running a hand through my wavy hair before walking out of the kitchen and up the stairs to my bedroom. Leah and I had gone into separate bedrooms once we turned ten; me keeping the room we always had while she moved into the guest room down the hall. It was a win-win, so we could decorate our rooms the way either of us wanted.

          My room had dark purple walls and white marble floors, while Leah’s room had baby blue walls with white floors as well. I had posters covering my walls, while Leah had bulletin boards with pictures of her with friends and family. As people, my sister and I were very different.