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
MandyThe guys told us to stay here, and that's what we're doing. In all of my years being a part of this family, I've never questioned what I've been told to do. But today, I almost didn't want Dalton to go. Not because I don't trust he'll keep himself safe, but I truly felt like a part of my heart was leaving on his bike.I've always loved Dalton, but until I learned to love myself, I never let him in deep.He's there now, and I know he'll never go away.Just like I'll never go away again.I'm pissed at myself for all the time I allowed us to waste. Me being irritated at him for not being what I needed him to be, but then never letting him know what it was I needed. The two of us, we're a damn pair."Mom?"I'm so deep in my thoughts, Walker scares me, but I'm happy to see him. "Yeah?""Dad's gonna be okay, isn't he?"It's times like this I wonder what we've done to this kid. He seems to go around in a perpetual state of worry, and it's because of us. One thing we
DaltonIt's been a hot minute since I broke in anywhere, especially a low-level drug dealer's house. Probably since I was a prospect for the club. Any other day we would have allowed the two watching this house to do it, but these are different circumstances."What's taking so long?" Jagger whisper shouts from where he's keeping watch."He's got a damn video doorbell. Took me a minute to bypass it. Technology is really fuckin' us up, man.""That it is, but we need to hurry this along. If he comes back and finds us here, I don't know that we want to deal with it."I'm not sure we wanna deal with it either, I'm getting too old to throw down, and I don't necessarily want to have to use force either. Finally I feel the lock give way. "We're in.""Are you losing your touch?""You're gonna lose your guitar hand if you don't shut the fuck up," I hiss at him. "You're on my damn nerves.""Somebody needs to get laid," Jagger teases in a sing-song voice.I turn to Drew. "I'm gon
Dalton"Did you hear the news this morning?" Drew asks as he comes into the shop, sipping on his mug of coffee."News really wasn't what was on my mind this morning.""Judging by that goddamn hickey on your neck, I can just imagine what you were busy with," he grumbles."Don't hate, he'll start sleeping through the night again.""Not soon enough for me," he takes a healthy drink of the coffee this time. "I don't understand how one baby can be so much more work than two were.""Would you like me to cry you a river, or are you going to tell me what news I missed?"He gives me an annoyed look, but I'm having way too good a morning to pay any attention to it. "They pulled a body outta Barren River last night."Now I'm paying attention. "Oh really? Anyone we know?""Judging by the info they've released so far, it's Owen. We'll confirm with our source at the medical examiner's office, but at least we know for sure what happened to him."There's another piece of that puzzl