Her hair wasn't wet anymore, but still Jessica sat on the lip of the bathtub, running her towel through the long tresses. It was easier to hide away than to go outside of her cocoon and confront Layne about things she knew he didn't want to talk about. Curiosity, however, was a part of her nature, and she just wasn't sure she could go on anymore without knowing something. Never in her life had she gone into anything less prepared than she had coming here to him. It didn't matter that she hadn't been left with much of a choice, but at the same time, she needed a bone. Something to let her know that the man she had once known was still there.Glancing at her phone, she realized she had dawdled for over an hour. It was time to face the music so to speak. She blew out a deep breath as she opened the door. What she saw was not what she expected to see. Layne lay on the bed—deeply asleep. The times they'd lain in bed together before were some of her favorite and the spot next to him looked
What the fuck had just happened? Layne couldn't remember. All he knew was that there had been fear in Jessica's eyes and it had been directed towards him. He hated when this happened, when he was stuck in a flashback and then couldn't remember it. Those holes in his memory took away parts of his life, parts that he would never get back. That was the part he hated above all. He'd lost so much while away from home that he really didn't want to lose any more of it.With hands that were more than a little shaky, he reached over to the bedside table where a pack of cigarettes lay. He almost couldn't light the one he grabbed out and put in his mouth. When he blacked out, it spooked him—spooked him much more than he was willing to admit to anyone. "Layne, man, you got to get your shit together," he told himself. It wasn't the first time he'd told himself this; not even the first time this night, but he knew without a doubt that something would have to change. Maybe that meant talking to
A few hours later, Bianca and Jagger left the clubhouse, Layne in tow. Jessica wasn't sure where the three of them were planning to go, but she decided now would be a good time to put her plan into action. Quietly, she opened the door to the room she had been given and observed what was going on. Not too many people were milling around the clubhouse this morning. Perhaps they'd heard about the drama and were giving it a wide berth. Walking into the main room, she glanced around for the person she wanted to see. "Who you looking for?"She jumped as she heard the deep voice in her ear. Tyler was so quiet that it was scary. Placing her hand over her racing heart, she turned around to face him. "Liam.""What are you looking for him for?" Those were not words he had expected to come out of her mouth. What did she want with the pres?How did she explain this without sounding like a crazy person? Should she include Tyler in her request? She felt much more comfortable with him; ma
Layne was nervous as hell. He'd been summoned to meet the pres. He could count on one hand how many times that had happened since he had become a fully patched member of the Heaven Hill MC. Had he done something wrong? Come to think of it, they hadn't asked him to do anything specifically for the club since the break-in with Jagger at Money Bags' house. Then there was the worst thought of all that crossed his mind. Were they going to kick him out over what had gone down the night before? It had killed him when he realized he had hurt Jessica, and if the other guys in the club thought badly about him because of it…what the fuck was he going to do now? He didn't have the military; he didn't have family besides this club anymore. Just what in the fuck was he going to do? "Hey, Liam's ready for you, my man," Tyler told him as he sat on the front porch of the pres' home. That was another thing that had struck him as odd. He hadn't been called to the clubhouse for this meeting. He had bee
"I'll come back and get you in about an hour. If you get done before that, give me a call," Jagger told Layne as they pulled up to the front of Doc Jones' farm house.Layne nodded, feeling nervous as he looked at the house. It wasn't what he had expected at all. "Will do," he mumbled as he reached for the door handle to let himself out of the car.Jagger reached over and put a hand on his friend's shoulder. "Between the two of us, Doc Jones is amazing. I've seen her before—still do sometimes. If you let her, she'll help you tremendously.""I appreciate that.""No, I'm serious, man, she will help you, but you have to be willing to let her help you. You've got to let go of everything when you talk to her. I'm not saying that it's going to happen the first session, but you've got to let her do her job. Don't go in there with a chip on your shoulder," Jagger advised. "She's released parts of me that I didn't even know I kept hidden from other people. My life is a complete 180 from
Jessica was nervous, nervous as hell. It had been hours since Layne had left to go see Liam, and he had yet to come back. Millions of scenarios ran through her head. Had he done what they asked him to do? Had he freaked the fuck out and gone AWOL? What would she do if he hurt himself because of some ultimatum she had convinced Liam to give him? Desperate to stop the thoughts racing through her mind, she logged onto her email account. There were a couple of emails from her manager asking her where she was. She still couldn't believe she'd left Hollywood without anyone knowing. Soon, she would have to face the consequences of those actions, but she wanted just a few more days. Just a few more days that she wouldn't have to deal with everything that came with her brand. As she was scanning, she saw another email that warned her one of her accounts had been compromised. It read like Greek to her, so she got up and walked towards the dark room that Steele normally occupied."Travis?" s
"Hey Liam, we've got a problem, and I'm not sure how big it is."Those were the last words that Liam wanted to hear out of Travis Steele's mouth. They could run the gamut of 'we're screwed' to the even worse 'we're fucked up the ass without the courtesy of lube'. "Do I need to come down there?" he asked, although he knew the tone of his voice told Steele that he didn't have time for this."Yeah, I need some help here," the other man said on the other end of the phone. "I'm not exactly sure what we're facing, and I need you to give me permission to do what I need to." Those were also words he didn't like to hear from Steele, who could usually handle anything that was thrown at him. Even worse was if it was from Steele, it had to do with security, and right now, the baby sleeping over in the bassinette next to Denise in the living room meant that their security had to be top notch. "I'll be right there, and if Tyler's not down there, do me a favor and call him." There was not anot
The next morning, Jessica sat on the back porch of the clubhouse, enjoying her coffee. Layne had already left for the shop by the time she had woken up, and not many people were around the clubhouse on this day, so she decided to take advantage of the quiet and pulled out a well-worn notebook from her bag. She sat with her coffee on one side, the notebook in front of her, a pen in her mouth. If there was one thing she kept hidden from most of the world at large, it was the fact that she loved to write. The fact that she liked to write wasn't what was embarrassing, what was embarrassing was the fact that she wrote erotic romance. She never even wrote it on a computer for fear that someone would find it and trace it back to her. Every story she had ever written was written by hand, and she always took them with her, no matter where she went. This particular notebook that she was working on filling up was number ten. Two of them had been stolen in the burglary, and that was making her