Get a move on! We’re going to be late!” Joss was scrambling to get out of the house, moving around the kitchen, filling her travel mug, and snatching her keys and phone from the counter. “Now, Harp! We gotta pick up Nat in less than ten minutes!” She couldn’t seem to quiet the decibel of her voice, but the first damn morning she offered to pick up Nat for Isaiah, and she was going to make the girl late for school. Harper yelled downstairs that she was on her way, and Joss shrugged into her coat quickly. “I’ll be in the car!” she yelled as she edged out the door, getting hung up with her purse. She growled in frustration as she spun to free herself, and then she caught sight of something in her front yard, and her day got ten-times worse in a split second. “Todd? Randall? What the hell are you doing?” she hollered as her eyes finally registered what she was seeing. As she traipsed through the snow toward the two most disliked men in her life, she registered the rest of the picture.
