DaltonWaking up with her in my arms is the best feeling in the world. She's snuggled in next to me, her leg wrapped around my waist, her hand on my chest. The alarm is about to go off.I'd give anything to reach over and keep it from announcing the arrival of a new day. We haven't had enough time to enjoy each other, but I know part of her recovery is getting back into a routine. Her routine includes going back to work with Charity.As far as I know, they haven't spoken with each other, even when we welcomed her home. Charity seemed to keep her distance, and I worry. Worry that the two of them won't be able to find their way back to the friendship they've always had. Their friendship is just as important as mine and Drew's. They need each other, probably more than we do. She stirs and I do my best not to move, but eventually her eyes open."Hey." She grins, her voice full of sleep, her eyes lazy and heavy."Hey." I grin back."Why are you awake? The alarm hasn't gone
MandyThis.This is normal.Driving down Porter Pike, listening to the radio, my window rolled down slightly to inhale the fragrance of the coming season. Grass smells different when it's starting to sprout after being dormant for the winter. It's always been a favorite smell of mine, but somehow, I forgot. So many things I forgot over the past few months.There's dew on the hood and windshield of my SUV, bringing with it a sense of new beginnings. The morning is slightly chilly, but it'll be warm by lunchtime. I wave at one of the farmers who shares this end of Porter Pike with us. He's getting ready to start his season. If we're still at the clubhouse in a few months, I'll have to start planning my mornings earlier.Getting behind a tractor is definitely a thing here in this part of Kentucky. Funny how I'm already looking forward to the future, when before I couldn't even look back at the past.Which tells me more than anything how much better I am. Mandy a few m
DaltonWe've settled into a routine, one I'm familiar with, and approve of. Every morning, I wake up to my wife in bed with me, my kid in the next room. She and I share the bathroom space as we get ready for the day. Something we've never done before, and I'm trying to figure out why we haven't. Maybe because we used to be so focused on leaving the house with enough time to get where we were supposed to be.Now, the one hurrying is Walker, but only when he wants to. Someone takes him to school every morning and picks him up in the afternoon. Try as I might, I can't remember another time when we've been so settled.I'm doing my best not to think the other shoe will drop, but at the same time, I'm aware things can't always be perfect. Which is why I'm not surprised when I walk into the common area of the clubhouse to see Drew and Caelin sitting together. "What happened?""Someone broke into Wet Wanda's last night and stole the cash deposit to be made this morning."Now th
Mandy"Don't scare the teacher."He chuckles darkly in his throat. "I'm not going to scare the teacher.""Dalton," I plead. "There's enough reasons for this teacher to think horribly of us. I don't want to give her any more.""Screw her, she doesn't know what we've been through."I blow a breath through my nose, and it comes out as a modified snort. "I'm pretty sure she probably does know what we've been through and she's more than likely saying screw us. Especially since she's had to deal with our son.""He's perfect." Dalton flashes me a grin, a toothpick lazily going from side to side in his mouth.This time I do snort. "Yeah, okay.""Just like you." He puts his arm around my neck, pulling me into him, before he takes the toothpick out of his mouth and nuzzles me on the forehead. This right here melts my heart. The stuff I missed when I was too damaged to realize there was good in our relationship and lives. I'm still pissed at myself for not seeing it, but now I
Mandy"I'm gonna run to Harper's and get some breakfast. Does anyone want anything?" I ask Tatum and Charity as we start to get ready for our day.It's slightly weird having Tatum in the office still, especially since she's not in the office every day. On the other side, I love getting to know my little sister again."Coffee," the voices say."Shot of espresso," Charity yells from her office. "A shot of espresso and coffee."In all honesty I don't think she should even be back at work yet. Will is only a few months old, but she has cases that won't wait, even for maternity leave. "Baby not sleep last night?" I say as I peak my head in."I don't want to complain," she yawns. "Especially to you.""Stop." I give her a look and a grin. "You're allowed to. You're a new mom with a full-time job. It doesn't bother me to hear you complain. Hell, if I were in your position, I'd be complaining too.""It was so much easier when I was younger," she sighs. "Even with two of them.
Dalton"Are you comfortable back there?" I yell as we stop at a red light."Never been more comfortable in my life," she responds to me.Having my wife on my bike is something that hasn't happened in way too long, and it was something that should have been corrected ages ago. This was one of the little things we let slip, when we should've made sure it was something we prioritized.Red flashes to green and we're heading down Louisville Road, preparing to stop in at Wet Wanda's for a few minutes. I'm not working tonight, but I'm stopping in to check on a few of the new recruits.The night is cool, but I can smell summer coming, quicker than most of us are probably ready for. The older I get, the less I enjoy the humid, stifling heat. I'd much rather have just a bite in the air. Chilly enough a jacket is required. Up the road, I can see the sign for Wet Wanda's sticking out amongst the dark, blanketed sky. Neon always draws attention, and that's exactly what we need to get b
MandyI'm sore in the best of ways as I cross my legs at my desk, going through some of the briefs Charity's asked me to check up on. One in particular catches my eye. It's one we took over for another attorney we help out sometimes. The name rings a bell. Owen Fitzpatrick.I can't remember where I know it from. Pulling out my cell phone, I fire off a text to Dalton.M: Where do I know the name Owen Fitzpatrick from?D: That bitch from Wet Wanda's - that's her boyfriend.M: Interesting. We have a file on him.D: Really? Let me get back to you, babe."Hey, Charity," I yell from the front area. "Do you know where these legal briefs came from? The ones we took over?"She comes out of her office, a t-shirt on, which causes me to look twice."Fucking milk leaked. Dude I am too old for this."I laugh, laugh so hard I can't speak. Eventually she joins in, and before we're done, we both have tears streaming down our faces."That felt good." I smile at her, still giggli
Dalton"Would you turn that damn thing down?" I yell at Jagger. He's got the radio up so loud I can't hear myself think. There's a problem with the bike I'm working on. I know there's a solution, but I have to think. To think I need quiet, and thanks to that goddamn radio, there is absolutely no quiet in the garage bays today."I'm older, shouldn't I be the one saying this shit?""You probably can't hear with all the shows you've played anyway," I mumble."I might not be able to hear but I can read lips," he tosses back. There are some days I hate that all of us are so close. I'm ready to tell him where to take his lipreading when a hand clasps around my arm. It's Drew, and his face is pulled tight."We gotta go talk to Caelin. He got some more info on Laura and Owen."Took him long enough. I'm feeling particularly uncomfortable with them being around lately, and I'd like to know what we can do to get rid of their presence in town. "This have anything to do with the i