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As if she had a tracker attached to her inner thigh, the voice of the sheriff came from behind her. A big shit eating grin spread across her face as she was about to let him know what she thought about him coming to her at her where her family stayed, and how she had every right to be here. She didn't think about her open bottle of alcohol in her car or how she had drove the entire way drinking it, probably at least 10 miles per hour over the speed limit. 

[b]"Could we go for pancakes Aunt Mo?"[/b]

Ah, Montana's savior from trouble for the day, her niece. She turned to look at the Sheriff and waved as Cameron spoke to him. Mo then wrapped her arm around her shoulders and gave her a tight squeeze. [color=#8bbbce][i]"Pancakes at the diner sound good to you?"[/i][/color] she smiled, [color=#8bbbce][i]"I even have a present for you in the car. Picked it up for you last night."[/i][/color] she mentioned, feeling proud of herself. The woman could barely take care of herself, but she sure knew how to take care of her niece.

Like clockwork Charles came running along, and the way he spoke took Montana back to her teen years. [color=#8bbbce][i]"Aw come on, we didn't do anything, yet."[/i][/color] she smirked. [color=#8bbbce][i]"Only reason Jax here asking questions is my own God damn brother won't give me a key, so I have to knock like a beggar!"[/i][/color] Mo exclaimed, looking to Cameron for sympathy, though she did not deserve it. Walking down a couple of the steps, she spoke again [color=#8bbbce][i]"Now if you'll excuse me, I'm here to take my niece and I guess my brother out for breakfast. My treat."[/i][/color] Montana walked to her car, and cleared off the open bottle and some trash from the front seat and threw it in the back. Taking the present off the seat and bringing it up front for Cameron to sit there next to her. It was a book that she had been asking for recently, and Montana had picked it up off Amazon in a pre-order earlier in the week. She hoped she hadn't gotten it yet, and that she would like it.

Rolling down the window, [color=#8bbbce][i]"Come on baby girl, you get shotgun, your old man can sit in the back."[/i][/color] Mo called out to the two. She hoped Jax would be on his way and she wouldn't have to worry about him anymore today. The radio chirping within his car would dictate that he had somewhere else to go, so she might be in luck.