Letters of Love (Green Division Series Book #3) by Ashley Monahan Page B
Authors: Ashley Monahan
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looked.”
“I did not chew on your shoes!”
“Oh, I have a few pair in the closet still, I can show them to you.”
“No!”
“What is all the ruckus out here?” Aubrey appeared from the hallway.
“Uncle Ben says I chewed his shoes.”
“What?” Aubrey laughed.
“She did. Little teeth marks through all of my duty boots.”
“Then show me.” Tiffy did her signature hands on hip pose.
“You guys will have to finish your little tiff in the truck, we’re running late.”
“I didn’t chew shoes.”
Ben shrugged his shoulders.
“Hmph.” Tiffy turned and walked out to Ben’s truck.
“She chewed your shoes?”
“I’m kidding.”
“Poor kid, you picking on her.” Aubrey grabbed her purse.
“Treating her like she wanted me to. Like I always have.”
“Good.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. Her smile...what a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m tired, guess I spaced out for a moment.”
“Alright...” She opened the door. “We should get going.”
They bailed into Ben’s truck and headed south. It was an hour and a half drive, but Tiffy would keep them entertained. Two cups of coffee and an apple juice and they were on the road for good.
“Oh, turn it up, turn it up, I love this song!” Tiffy leaned over looking between them.
The song Call Me Maybe played by Carly Rae Jepsen.
“I love her!” Tiffy flipped her hair off her shoulder.
“Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe.” Tiffy sang surprisingly well and swiveled around behind them.
“You’re good.” Aubrey looked at her.
“And all the other boys, they try to chase me, but here’s my number, so call me maybe.” Tiffy continued.
Aubrey jumped in and the two sang together bouncing around.
“Boy you came into my life,” Aubrey sang and pointed to Tiffy.
“I missed you so bad, so bad, so so bad.” Tiffy took the next line, then they both looked at Ben and pointed at him.
“Call me maybe?” He chimed in at the wrong time.
Aubrey put her hand on Ben’s forearm and laughed, then she and Tiffy continued to sing together.
Ben smiled watching them together. Like sisters. A few decades between the two, but very much family.
“You’re a good singer.”
“I like to sing. This song is good too.”
The song was What Makes You Beautiful. Ben even chimed in on this one. He knew the words and both Aubrey and Tiffy had a few laughs at his expense.
“You better stick to your day job Uncle Ben.”
“I can rock out, this isn’t my type of music.”
“Rock out?” Aubrey repeated his punk words.
“Hold on.” Ben flipped through the channels and stopped on the song Whistle. He started jamming to it in full on white Maine boy style.
“Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go.”
Ben pumped one hand up in the air like the dork he was.
Aubrey cleared her throat.
“What? I’m on a roll.” Ben asked in response to Aubrey trying to get his attention.
“I haven’t heard this one before.” Tiffy chimed in from behind.
“Do you know what this song is about?” Aubrey had a shit eating grin on her face. The chorus played again and Ben listened.
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go.
Ben hadn’t paid attention to the lyrics, not to what they actually meant. His eyes widened and he quickly changed the station.
“I liked it, what was wrong with that song?” Tiffy asked curiously.
“It ah, it’s not an
“I did not chew on your shoes!”
“Oh, I have a few pair in the closet still, I can show them to you.”
“No!”
“What is all the ruckus out here?” Aubrey appeared from the hallway.
“Uncle Ben says I chewed his shoes.”
“What?” Aubrey laughed.
“She did. Little teeth marks through all of my duty boots.”
“Then show me.” Tiffy did her signature hands on hip pose.
“You guys will have to finish your little tiff in the truck, we’re running late.”
“I didn’t chew shoes.”
Ben shrugged his shoulders.
“Hmph.” Tiffy turned and walked out to Ben’s truck.
“She chewed your shoes?”
“I’m kidding.”
“Poor kid, you picking on her.” Aubrey grabbed her purse.
“Treating her like she wanted me to. Like I always have.”
“Good.” She tucked her hair behind her ears and smiled. Her smile...what a smile. “Why are you looking at me like that?”
“I’m tired, guess I spaced out for a moment.”
“Alright...” She opened the door. “We should get going.”
They bailed into Ben’s truck and headed south. It was an hour and a half drive, but Tiffy would keep them entertained. Two cups of coffee and an apple juice and they were on the road for good.
“Oh, turn it up, turn it up, I love this song!” Tiffy leaned over looking between them.
The song Call Me Maybe played by Carly Rae Jepsen.
“I love her!” Tiffy flipped her hair off her shoulder.
“Hey I just met you, and this is crazy, but here’s my number, so call me maybe.” Tiffy sang surprisingly well and swiveled around behind them.
“You’re good.” Aubrey looked at her.
“And all the other boys, they try to chase me, but here’s my number, so call me maybe.” Tiffy continued.
Aubrey jumped in and the two sang together bouncing around.
“Boy you came into my life,” Aubrey sang and pointed to Tiffy.
“I missed you so bad, so bad, so so bad.” Tiffy took the next line, then they both looked at Ben and pointed at him.
“Call me maybe?” He chimed in at the wrong time.
Aubrey put her hand on Ben’s forearm and laughed, then she and Tiffy continued to sing together.
Ben smiled watching them together. Like sisters. A few decades between the two, but very much family.
“You’re a good singer.”
“I like to sing. This song is good too.”
The song was What Makes You Beautiful. Ben even chimed in on this one. He knew the words and both Aubrey and Tiffy had a few laughs at his expense.
“You better stick to your day job Uncle Ben.”
“I can rock out, this isn’t my type of music.”
“Rock out?” Aubrey repeated his punk words.
“Hold on.” Ben flipped through the channels and stopped on the song Whistle. He started jamming to it in full on white Maine boy style.
“Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go.”
Ben pumped one hand up in the air like the dork he was.
Aubrey cleared her throat.
“What? I’m on a roll.” Ben asked in response to Aubrey trying to get his attention.
“I haven’t heard this one before.” Tiffy chimed in from behind.
“Do you know what this song is about?” Aubrey had a shit eating grin on her face. The chorus played again and Ben listened.
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Let me know
Girl I'm gonna show you how to do it
And we start real slow
You just put your lips together
And you come real close
Can you blow my whistle baby, whistle baby
Here we go.
Ben hadn’t paid attention to the lyrics, not to what they actually meant. His eyes widened and he quickly changed the station.
“I liked it, what was wrong with that song?” Tiffy asked curiously.
“It ah, it’s not an
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