Storm POV
Dad had the guards arrive and a three-car convoy home. I was surprised to see a car following us a few cars behind. Trying to look inconspicuous, but failing, if I could tell it was there. Think this was more than just Cloe's Dad; it would have been impossible to leave the rink and make it behind us with all those cars leaving at the same time. There has to be more than one in this. The father, I can imagine, wants his housemaid back, but the others, and why Grams?
Once the Dad's vehicle moved onto our land, I released a long, calming breath. I hadn't realised how tense I had gotten. Mum wanted to get a takeaway, but after we noticed the car tailing us, we changed our minds. We can throw some snags and steaks on the BBQ or something.
Once home, Cloe wants a nap, so I left her
