Skittles POV
Stinger and I had been pacing the floor till the sounds of the bikes came roaring down the driveway towards us.
"He's here, Sis, our dad is actually here," Stinger said softly in awe, as the bikes came to a stop, and we instantly recognised our dad's bike.
We moved together, no, ready, set, go. We almost ran to him. As he kicked the side stand and removed his helmet, we were on him before he could take one step away from his bike. The group hug felt like I was complete, as if the missing part of the family had been found. We didn't say a word, just held each other.
"Need to see the cops, baby doll."
"Really, okay, I made a room in our cottage, you stay there for now." I introduced Sprocket, and he took Dad down the hall to Storm and the police. I had been so focused on wa
