Jagger sat on the porch of Doctor Jones' office.Waiting.He had allowed two weeks to go by. Two weeks in which he had wordlessly given Bianca the space that she requested. He had let her stay at her own apartment, not pressuring her to stay with him. The way she tensed every time he came near, the way she refused to meet his eyes, the way she shrank away from anything resembling a real conversation between the two of them. Now, he was ready to move forward—tired of waiting on her to admit she needed him. Instead, he was going to make her see just how much she needed him in this journey with her.Meredith had been right on many of the things she had assumed when she handed Jagger the card for Doctor Jones. He did have issues that needed to be worked on—just like he knew Bianca did. They had issues together. In the past two long, lonely weeks he had spent without her, he'd worked on himself. Now, more than any other time in his life, he was equipped to handle whatever she needed f
"Where are we going?"Jagger glanced over at Bianca and grinned. They were coming through on the other side of the hurdles that had been placed in front of them. It was nice to see her excited about something. "Just sit over there and look pretty," he told her, a full smile breaking out over his face as she huffed."Seriously. I'm worried that I didn't dress okay."He allowed his eyes to take in her body. The weather was finally beginning to get warm and what she wore was a reflection of that. A t-shirt covered her torso, a skirt stopped just about halfway between her knees and her upper thighs, and cute little sandals sat on her feet. The pink color of her toenails shined back at him, providing him with a glimpse of summer."You look fine, baby," he assured her."I'd still like to know where we're going."As he took the exit onto I-65, she saw that they were going south. "Can you figure it out?" he asked, as he reached over to take her hand in his."Are we going to Nashv
"So where are we going now?" Bianca asked as they walked from the rooftop sushi bar back to her car. "Are we heading on home? It's getting late," she said as she checked her watch."Not just yet," Jagger told her as he put his arm around her waist. "I have a plan for us. We're not actually going back tonight.""We're not?""Nope," he grinned as her mouth formed a little 'o' as what he was saying finally dawned on her."Well, where are we staying then?"He loved the fact that he could surprise her—even though she fought him at every turn. "I got us a room."Bianca grinned. "A room where?""At a nice hotel."The smile fell a little on her face, and she pulled her bottom lip between her teeth. "You shouldn't have spent a bunch of money on this," she fretted, twisting her hands together."Hey." He reached to her with his hands and his fingers caressed her neck. "You let me worry about the kind of money I wanna spend on you."It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him t
Bianca held her degree in her hands, marveling at how it felt. She smoothed her hand over the case that covered the piece of paper she had worked so hard to earn. Tears burned the back of her eyes as her dream came to realization. It had been so long in coming that she at one time thought it would never ever get here. But it had. She hadn't given up, and she had really and truly made a dream come true. She stood in the clubhouse, holding it, gazing at it, not fully believing that she actually had it."Whatcha got there?" Jagger asked, as he came up behind her."I finally got my degree," she grinned up at him. "Awesome, baby! 'Bout damn time too. That pissed me off so bad when I realized you didn't get your actual one the day you graduated."Bianca laughed. "I know, I thought I was gonna have to keep you from going after the people in the front office."He blushed. "Well, you worked hard for it and you deserved it. Sorry, but it really did piss me off.""It's fine, it was c
VOLUME FOUR: WORTH THE BATTLENashville traffic sucked a big one—especially when it kept Layne O'Connor from getting to the one person in the world who had the power to make him drive seventy miles without questioning why. His fingers beat a rhythm against the steering wheel in time with the rock station he listened to. Today, the music that normally calmed him down set his nerves on edge. "Move your ass," he shouted as the person in front of him tapped their brakes. It was times like this he wished he could always drive his motorcycle. If he had been on the back of his bike right now, he could have maneuvered through this mess in ten minutes flat. Instead, he had been sitting in almost gridlock for over an hour. He'd also been flipped off more times than he cared to count, what he wouldn't give to show these drivers the kind of artillery he carried with him.A trip that should have taken an hour and a half at most was well into its second. Cursing loudly, he picked up the phon
The drive back to Bowling Green didn't take as long as the drive to Nashville and for that Layne was thankful. His ankle and leg hurt if he was cramped in a car for very long, not to mention it just flat out irritated him. "Jess." He shook her arm, trying his best to be gentle, even though he could barely remember how."Yeah." She turned her head towards him, breathing deeply as she realized where she was. "Did I fall asleep on you? I'm so sorry.""You were tired, it's fine. I like driving in peace and quiet, with just the radio on anyway, unless I'm on my bike."Glancing out the window, she looked to the left and right. "Where are we?" There was a large building that looked like a hospital on her right."Liam's old lady had just gone into labor when you called. I got a text on the way back that she delivered. All the brothers are there; it's customary that I make an appearance.""I'm not going to pretend like I understand a damn word you just said." She popped a piece of
The room was still and quiet, the only sound coming from the bed where Jessica slept. Most people wouldn't be able to hear her breathing, but it was the only thing he could hear. At night when he had been overseas in the military, that was the one sound that kept him grounded—that let Layne know he was still alive. He clung to that sound again tonight; not sure why, just needing a sense of familiarity.Rolling over onto his side, he used his arm as extra support. The pillow he had for this chair wasn't that great and again reminded him of his time in the Army. There were a lot of things he had learned during his time there that he wanted to completely forget, but there were some things he also coveted. One of those things slept in the bed across from him."C'mon, some chick got Justin Timberlake to go to her ball. Why don't you ask Jessica Shea? You're a good lookin' guy, I'm sure she'll say yes."Layne laughed, shaking his head. It was a late night in Fort Benning, Georgia, and
Tyler grunted loudly when Layne landed a well-timed punch to his gut before backing away against the ropes of the boxing ring. "Give me a minute," he heaved."What's wrong, old man?" Layne taunted.The only person that was allowed to taunt Tyler like that was Layne while they boxed. Not many people did anything better than the new vice president, but Layne flat out kicked his ass when it came to boxing. That was the only reason Tyler gave him any leeway."Not old, you're just hitting hard today." Tyler bent at the waist, trying to get air into his lungs.Immediately, Layne stood up straight. "Am I? Sorry, sir.""How many times do I have to tell you to stop with the sir bullshit? I'm a superior, but you ain't in the Army anymore. You start with that, and I'll beat the shit out of you just for the hell of it," Tyler threatened. He wasn't exactly sure he could beat this younger man up, but he absolutely hated the way Layne reverted back sometimes. He no longer had a contract sig