Justice"Should we buckle her in?" I worry my lip between my teeth.Caelin grins indulgently at me. I can't help but notice the mark he has on his neck. Knowing I put it there last night? It's going to give me pride for a very long time. "Do you think she needs to be buckled in?""I grabbed a seat belt at PetSmart." I hold it up in my right hand. "Safety first and all."He chuckles, reaching out. "Give it here, I'll buckle her in. Not because you're scared of my driving." He raises his eyebrows."You're used to either being on your bike or in your truck. This is my car," I tease. "It might be too small for your fragile male ego.""Oh, I see how it is. You bring me to my knees once, and you think you own a piece of me."I'm sassy as I walk over to where he stands. Grabbing his shirt in my fingers, I drag myself up to level with his mouth and plant a kiss on his lips. "Just like you own a piece of me."His hands go to my ass, pressing me tightly against him. "Damn straight."Beside him,
Caelin Lord knows I shouldn't, but I'm tapping into my apartment complexes security cameras to watch Justice as she takes Joanie for her walk. Instead of being there with them, I'm sitting in my office at the clubhouse, doing upgrades on all of the security the club has. Typically this would be done through the week, but the garage is backed up, and Bishop had to take a few days off. Since he's faster than most of us at all things mechanic-related it's thrown us slightly off. Which means I'll probably be up most of the night – well into the morning – getting this update done.Browsing the different cameras, I finally get a glimpse of the blonde with the turquoise streak in her hair. "Dear Jesus," I laugh, zooming in further. "What the fuck does she have on our dog?" It looks like a shirt, and I firmly believe I should've been consulted before this decision was made. I wish I could hear them, but judging from the grin on Justice's face, she's having a good time. My gaze follows her
Justice "I think we've got everything we need to take the kids with us," I grin as I look over my shoulder at Caelin."You keep saying that and someone is going to think we're actually having children.""They are ours," I argue. He rolls his eyes, leaning down to make sure everyone is comfy in the box we're taking the puppies in. The clubhouse is in for a dose of cuteness they haven't seen in years."Is there anything else we need?" I go through the bag we've packed for Joanie and the puppies, prepared to take whatever we may need with us. It's almost like having a child, or at least what I would imagine having a child with Caelin would be like."No, I think we got it all."I watch his retreating back, thankful he loves them just as much as I do. "You're gonna have so much fun," I coo to Joanie and the babies. "Everybody wants to meet all of you because they've heard so much about you. Our family is loud, but they love hard, and they're going to love you so much."She wags her tail,
Caelin "How's it going?"I'd know that voice anywhere. It's the one that's constantly made sure I'm okay, and has always been who I've looked for in a crowd if I'm ever worried. Rolling out from under the car I'm working on, I glance up, seeing my dad. "Not bad, how are you? What are you doing here?""Can't I swing by and see what's going on?""Yeah, but it's not an everyday occurrence. Is everything okay?""I'm good, I promise. Wanna ride down to the store and grab some lunch?"I can't remember the last time he came and asked me to come to lunch with him. It all but guarantees I'll be there with fucking bells on. "Sounds great, let me go clean up and I'll meet you down there. Will you go ahead and get me a sub ordered?""Will do."I watch as he turns from me and strolls away. He still walks around like he owns this place. To be fair though, he does that any place he is. Tyler Blackfoot makes no bones about being very comfortable in his own skin.One thing I do know is not to keep my
JusticeI'm walking to Harper's, when I notice a truck pulling up alongside of me. For a moment I panic, but then I see the man behind the wheel. He's my first hero and the man who made all the monsters go away when I was a kid. Dad stops, rolling down the passenger side window. "Where are you going?" he asks, pushing his sunglasses up on his head."I was going to Harper's to get a lemonade. Where are you going?""To get some spare parts. Was wondering if you might want to ride with me."This is something we did a lot of when I was little. Even though I've always been closer to my mom, I was his sidekick in all the running around he did. I coulda given two shits about motorcycles, but I loved to go on parts runs with him. They typically ended up with ice cream, and a promise we wouldn't tell Mom about it. It's a split-second decision, and one I'll make the same every single time. Stepping off the curb, I go for the door, opening it quickly and scooting into the passenger seat.He does
CaelinEntering CRISIS is almost like going home. It holds a special place in my heart. I spent a lot of time here as a kid, not knowing I was learning the harder side of life. I can remember playing with kids, and trying to figure out why they were crying, or sad.As a child, I never had to worry about any of the things they had to. Back then I didn't realize how lucky I was, but now I do. We always had a roof over our head, food in our stomachs, and money in the bank to do what we not only needed, but wanted to do. Even now if I needed help, I could run to either one of my parents and they would give me the last five bucks they had.Standing in the entryway, I look for Mom. Her SUV was outside, and I haven't seen her in a while. It still unnerves me that she's here at all hours. "Momma!" I yell, trying to get her attention, wherever she is.Just as I'm about to try again, she comes out of the communal kitchen, wiping her hands on a towel. "Caelin!" Her face lights up in a way that a
JusticeAs I turn onto the Square and head toward Mom's office, I notice the bunch of police cars that were there the other day are back. And there appears to be even more than before. My pulse races as I do my best to drive through the maze of vehicles that seem to be anticipating some sort of cohesive movement any time now. Pulling my phone from where it sits in the side of my door, I scroll quickly to see if I can find any news about what's happening.No breaking news alerts have come through from our local TV station, so I turn on the radio, putting it to a local Bowling Green station and listen intently to see if they have some sort of idea.SAM 100.7 – We have breaking news this morning about a murder occurring in the fifteen hundred block of Adams and Clay Street in the early morning or late evening hours of yesterday. Authorities say Alec Tinsdale is wanted for questioning in the death investigation of Pearl Van Hampton. He is considered armed and dangerous. If you know where h
Caelin"I got a text from Charity." I let the guys know as we sit in one of the bays at the garage. All of us have heard the news about Alec, and none of us think it's good. "What's my wife doing texting you?" Drew shoots me a look that makes me all kind of uncomfortable. "She wants to know how Pearl died, and what the cops found.""Aww hell, that means her and the girls are talking. Which is the last thing we need. I'm already nervous for them because of him being here a little while ago. Who's to say he won't decide to fuck with one of them?"That thought hadn't even crossed my mind. Sure he's an asshole, but he typically stays in his own section of town. Which doesn't include anything having to do with Heaven Hill. "Nah, I mean why?""Easy." Dalton gets up from where he sits. "He knows we'll pay attention. The cops, they want his head on a platter. If he needs to get out of town or has what he thinks is a way to get what he needs, he'll use whatever leverage he can. And I mean, we