After we finished dinner, I slipped into my black boots, black leather jacket, and jeans and was ready to go. As for Dakota, he always seemed to be prepared... no matter what we were doing.
"Jess, you and Dakota get out of there at the first sign of trouble. You hear?" Dad said, looking between Dakota and me.
I nodded, having a feeling that his imagination was working on overtime. "Dad, we'll be fine. I promise. "I pulled him in for a hug and then released him, looking into his eyes. "Dad, why don't you get some rest while we're out? We'll be home soon.'
Dad nodded. "I love you, girl."
"Love you, too, Dad."
After we said our goodbyes, Dakota and I headed out to his truck.
"What was with Dad tonight?" I asked. Dakota opened the passenger door and I climbed in. "Spelling the school is just routine."
