The Sons of Satrina: A Sons of Satrina Novel by Kristan Belle Page A

though, they’d learned to accept her for who she was. She was a modern girl living in a modern world. Not that it didn’t stop them wishing or her mother giving her ‘helpful suggestions’, but these days, it was like water off a ducks back. She was a goddamn adult.  Well, kind of. She could still act as immature as the next girl, but she had her head screwed on, even if it wasn’t quite the way that her parents wanted.  She was stubborn and she knew what she wanted out of life.  Tonight had been a momentary lapse in her sane judgement, not that her mother saw it that way.
    Aisline hadn’t told her. She never mentioned anything about her love life to her parents. It wasn’t worth the lecture.  No, it had been Lana that had spilled the beans on this one. Her mother had been unbearable ever since.  They were always giving her grief for hanging around with the ‘wrong boys’.  They didn’t understand that there was actually nothing wrong with the guys she chose to date or hang out with; they just weren’t of the pedigree that her parents strived for her to have.  Well, if Jordan was the ‘right kind of boy’ for her, her parents were going to be sorely disappointed.
    Slowly taking her hands out of her pocket, Ash wondered if she could make a run for it and lock herself in the ladies toilets.  Surely being stuck would be a good enough excuse to get out of this date?
    Pushing her way through the back doors, she heard Lana shout, “Don’t be long!” in her annoying sing-song voice and Ash felt like growling.  There would be no escape.
    T en minutes later, they were all still sat around the Formica counter, sipping on glasses of Pepsi and Jean and Lana nibbling daintily at a shared plate of orange cheesecake.  Ash didn’t think that she could stand anything to eat right now.
    She had made up her mind that she didn’t real ly want to go now, anyway, so Jordan being late was not helping matters in the least.   It was just dragging out the inevitable.   Jean and Lana were both so concerned that she might have been stood up and were throwing her sympathetic looks, which Ash just thought were highly amusing.  This was the best thing that could have happened.  Another five minutes and she would be able to get the hell out of here and thank her lucky stars.
    “Um, I th ink maybe I’ll get off now.” she said, looking at them hesitantly.
    T hen the bell over the main door jingled to announce the arrival of another customer.  Ash didn’t really want to look. She knew who it was before she even turned around. She couldn’t help but hope that it was some stranger dropping by for a coffee.
    Oh, crap.
    There was no getting out of it now.  Jean was already making her way around the counter, gushing over Jordan and making a ridiculous fuss.  On the subject of Aisline’s date, unfortunately Jean was in total agreement with Ash’s mother.  In their old school way of thinking, Aisline was finally courting someone who they deemed worthy. Not the usual riff raff she slummed it with. 
    His stuffy shirt was tucked into his neatly pressed jeans and gaudy tie screamed good breeding to Jean, but it made Aisline want to puke.  This wasn’t her kind of man, nowhere close. Give her a dude with muscles and plenty of ink any day.  She cringed to think of the kind of conversations that her mother, Jean and Lana would have the moment her back was turned.  They were all sure to start in with wedding plans. 
    Just what she needed.  Not.
    Pushing her way around her boss, Ash grabbed hold of Jordan’s arm and steered him unceremoniously through the diner and to one of the rear booths, casually waving Jean and Lana away over her shoulder.
    Jordan clearly found all of this att ention highly amusing, while Ash was only mortified. She may not have liked him in the slightest but she didn’t appreciate being made to look like a desperate fool in front of him.  The way Jean and Lana were acting, it made Ash look like she