She quickly did her business and flushed before walking over to the sink. Turning the water on, she soaped her hands before looking up into the mirror. The woman staring back at her wasn't someone she recognized. There was life in her eyes and redness in her cheeks.Back in North Carolina, it had been about doing anything she could to get ahead and stay ahead. Here, she realized, she was taking things easier. Even though she was working on the case, she was finding time, like now, to live. That was something she had been missing there. She knew the reason for that was Drew.Smiling to herself, she finished up and wiped her hands off before walking out and back towards the kitchen. As soon as she got there, she was met head-on with Tatum."So you knew my brother back when he was my age?" she asked as she loaded the fixings for s'mores into a basket."Tatum," Denise reprimanded. "I told you to leave her alone.""No." Charity shook her head. "It's okay. I did know your brother b
"We've got company."Drew heard the shouted words coming from Jagger and lifted himself up from where he'd been bent over a car checking the spark plugs. Those words hardly ever garnered a reaction in him, but today, his blood started pumping, his heart started pounding.Walking around from behind the hood, he saw two older model pickups pulling into the lot. He wasn't sure who he expected to step out of the driver's seat of one of them, but it sure as fuck wasn't Dixon McCall."Which one of you boys was over at my place the other day?" he asked as he spat out a stream of tobacco juice, standing tall as he faced off against the members of Heaven Hill.Drew and Dalton looked at each other, wondering how he'd found out, but neither one of them were scared."That was me." Drew stepped forward. Purposely he stood with his booted feet apart, lazily wiping his hands on a rag.Dixon tilted his head to the side, appearing to size him up before he strolled over to Drew. When he was
Drew had never been so scared in his life as he raced across town towards Charity's office. He thought about calling her, but then he was afraid she would leave on her own. Right now, he knew at least where she was, and there was help around the corner at the sheriff's office if she needed it.Racing down Louisville Road and blowing through a red light, he thought about all the things that could happen to her if he didn't make it there in time. He worried about what kind of man Dixon was and the things that he'd done to the people he'd supposedly cared about. Dixon didn't give a shit about Charity; she was expendable.Horns honked and people yelled at him as he sped through the streets, but he didn't care; he had one goal, and that was to get to her, get her out of her office, and make sure she came home with him. As he turned onto the quiet town square, he breathed a sigh of relief as he saw her car parked out in front of her building. Parking the bike, he took his helmet off and
Drew trusted that Remy knew these streets like the back of his hand. Having grown up inside the city and having worked at his sister-in-law's shop on the square, Drew knew Remy had more experience than the rest of them.He dared not look behind them or to the side to see who might be giving chase or taking a shot. As soon as he'd seen Charity's back window explode, he'd known they had to move, and they had to move fast.In a burst of speed, Remy took them around cars that were stopped at a light, and suddenly they were back on Louisville Road. This Drew could deal with. He knew how to get them to safety from here.* * *Charity gripped her steering wheel with knuckles that had turned white as she followed the path Remy cut through traffic for her. Not ever having been one who pushed the boundaries of speed, this made her nervous. She wasn't on the back of Drew's bike, and she could hear the wind rushing through her broken window.That was something else she didn't want to thi
"Was it Dixon?" Tyler asked as he sat down next to Liam. The two of them were sitting on the back deck at the clubhouse, trying to decompress. They'd heard the news secondhand, and neither one of them had been in any kind of position to help."Yeah." Liam took a drag off his cigarette, stretching his legs out in front of him. He grimaced when his knee popped. He tried to keep in shape, but after years of riding his bike and the physical altercations he'd been in with the club, time had started to take its toll. "Remy saw it all go down. He was leaving Harper's shop. Dixon's brother was across the street. Pretty ballsy if you ask me. It sent a clear message. One we can't ignore.""No, we can't ignore it. He did it knowing Drew was there, knowing that backup could have been around the corner. He's going to keep poking Drew until he can't poke anymore. That boy will explode at some point, and it's not going to be pretty." Tyler grabbed a cigarette out of his own pack and lit it. "Did
Drew didn't understand. Of course, she knew him. She'd seen the pictures of him on his rap sheet and she, at some point, had to have been given a picture of him so she'd know who to watch out for. "I know.""No," she sighed. "You don't. This is something very few people know." She couldn't be this close to him when she told him the sins of her mother, which she hoped didn't turn into the sins of her youth. Needing desperately to have space to herself and get her head together, she got disentangled herself from his arms and got out of the bed. Pacing helped her, it was what she did in a court room when she was trying to get her opening and closing arguments prepared in her head before speaking them."Then explain to me." Drew sat up in the bed but didn't try to move. He looked at her as if he were afraid she'd run.Don't let me run from you. Those were the words she'd just spoken to him, and she wanted desperately to flee."No," Drew commanded. "I can see it in your eyes. You st
"Part of it was you," she admitted. "There still is a huge part of me that wishes to God I hadn't left here when I did. I wonder where we would be. Would we be celebrating our tenth wedding anniversary? Would we have kids? What would you be doing? What would I be doing? I wonder that all the time.""I do too." Drew grabbed her hands and pulled her down to his level. "Back then I thought of it every day. There wasn't a day that went by that I didn't see something in another couple that I had envisioned us doing. For the first few years, it killed me. Finally, I got to where I could function, but it never felt right.""It didn't," Charity agreed. "But I had to get away, not only for myself, but for you too. After biting Dixon, he came back, but this time he came when my mom wasn't there."She felt sick telling Drew the things that had happened, and she knew now, like she knew then, that she shouldn't be ashamed. She wasn't, but it was still hard to tell anyone what had happened tho
"You know none of that is ever going to change the way I feel about you, right?"He pulled her chin up with his fingers, forcing her eyes to meet his."I should know that, and part of me does, but there's another part of me that wonders what in the hell you let me keep coming back for. I mean, how many times do I have to leave you, how many times do I have to retreat into myself before you tell me that you're done? I keep waiting for it," she admitted."There aren't enough times, Char. You've been mine since the day we met. I knew you would be mine, no matter what."She wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a kiss. "Show me," she begged.He flipped them so that he lay on top of her, his arms circling her head, fingers digging into her hair. He wanted to surround her; he wanted her to feel him in every part of her. Inside her body, breathe in his scent; he wanted to be inside her pores. To be a part of her that she carried with her everywhere she went so that she
The temperature in the cab of the truck was downright frigid as Remy drove to Tyler's house to drop off Addie first. Tatum refused to meet his gaze and that flat out pissed him off. If she was going to give herself to another man and then have the balls to sit in front of him like this, she should at least have the decency to meet his eyes when he looked at her."Am I going to have to explain to Tyler why I'm dropping you off at one in the fucking morning?" Remy glanced in the review mirror of the truck, looking back to where Addie sat in the extended cab."No," she shook her head, looking about as tired and unhappy as he felt. "He's at the clubhouse. He and Mom had planned to stay and they took Caelin with them."Well, thank God for small favors, because the one person besides Liam he didn't want to face off with tonight, was Tyler."You're lucky I don't call him and tell him where the hell you've been. How could you let her go up there with him?" he questioned her, the irrita
Tatum's heart beat through her chest as she followed Gavin upstairs to a much quieter part of the house. Her mouth was dry – the result of her nerves, or the alcohol she'd consumed – she wasn't sure which. Her hand gripped Gavin's tightly, but she knew it wasn't because she was excited, it was because she wanted to yank on it, and stop him from leading her into the empty bedroom. Part of her wanted to put a stop to it, the other part wanted to go through with this so she could throw it in Remy's face. Those stubborn traits she'd inherited from her dad were alive and well tonight.She glanced over her shoulder, spotting Addie pulling out her phone and making a call. The worried look on her friend's face told her all she needed to know. Addie was probably calling in reinforcements and her time had suddenly become very limited."You feelin' good?" his deep voice questioned in her ear, causing her hair to stand up and goosebumps to appear on her arms. This time it was different than wh
Remy was in a piss-poor mood, had been since the night of the Christmas party and everything that had gone down with Tatum. He bit off the head of anyone foolish enough to ask if he was okay. He'd been eating lunch by himself, and overall had been a miserable fucking loner. Even right now, while everyone else was partying their asses off, his big date was being in the gym and beating the ever-loving shit out of a heavy bag. It was the only thing that seemed to calm him the last few days.Hearing his fists connect with the bag felt good, even if it was muted by the gloves he wore. His arms burned, his shoulders and back ached, his chest heaved, and sweat poured down his forehead and into his eyes; making them sting. The sting felt good though, because it distracted him from the guilt he felt for the way he'd treated Tatum. And that guilt was pressing down on him like he was trapped under a thousand-pound boulder.He'd felt every emotion on the spectrum since she'd walked out on him
Tatum's blue eyes took in the party-goers around her. In different parts of the room, she could see members of her graduating class, some kids that were now seniors, and a few college kids. God, this had never been her thing, she'd never found high school or college parties worth anything to her. She could see everything that went on at them and more, at the club parties. Plus, this was a mob mentality – everyone here went along with everyone else, and it was so boring. Nobody had any individuality. Normally, she'd have tossed the invitation in the trash can and not even thought twice about it. She would have spent the night at the club's New Year's party and have an actual good time with her friends and family.Tonight though, she was on a mission."Do you see anybody?" Addie asked as they surveyed the room.Tatum took a drink from the bottle of Strawberry Boone's Farm she carried in her hand. It was the bottom shelf stuff, guaranteed to get you loaded in the least amount of tim
Tatum had never felt anything like the all-consuming lust that blasted through her as soon as Remy grabbed her hip and pulled her deep into his body. She'd thought she had but damn, she was wrong. Her fingers grasped at his shirt, trying to ground herself in the feelings, when she felt his bare palms slip up under the hem of her dress. The sharp intake of breath, and the way he nipped at her lip indicated he'd discovered she'd worn a thong."Fuck, Tate," he moaned as he pulled his lips from hers.She almost cried as he abandoned her lips and smeared his mouth down her neck. She felt the sharp nip of his teeth down to the core of her body. It caused her nipples to tighten further against the lace of strapless bra, and before she knew what she was doing, she was rubbing up against him."Please, Rem," she gasped out when she felt one of his hands on her ass venture back over her hip, and closer to the wetness and heat she felt between her thighs."Has anybody touched you?" he grow
He knew the second she walked in, just like he'd known when she'd entered the bakery. Even seven shots of Pappy in, he could feel her, he knew she was there by the way the hair on the back of his neck stood up, the goosebumps he got on his arms and the way his dick stirred to attention. He wasn't sure what kind of hold Tatum Walker held over him, but it was strong, maybe dangerously so, like some sort of Jedi Mind Trick he'd never be able to resist. And dammit if his hand didn't shake as he took his next shot."Too much for you?" Drew asked as he noticed the slight tremble of the other man's hand.How did he tell the man sitting beside him, he was hard up for his little sister? Easy. He didn't."Nah, I'm good, but I gotta hit the head. Be back."Plan number two when plan number one didn't work? Run and hope she wouldn't follow. As much alcohol as he had consumed, he wasn't sure he could push her away this time. After all, he was only a man and he wasn't immune to the way she lo
He should have brought a date. Those were the first words Remy thought when he walked through the door of the clubhouse. It hit him like a ton of bricks, and all he wanted to do was turn around and head back to Cash and Harper's. Normally, he lived at the clubhouse, but he'd had dinner at their place tonight. He could relieve the babysitter watching Maddy, and he wouldn't have to worry about keeping his guard up.Couples were paired off, which meant anyone without a plus one would be inevitably thrown together. Looking up, he saw mistletoe was hung randomly around the room. Shit. Since he was the youngest, he seemed to be one of the few without a woman on his arm. Sure as the world turned, he'd find himself thrown toward someone tonight.Gazing around the room, he didn't see Tatum and for that he was extremely thankful. He'd been able to avoid her since the day at Harper's bakery, but it'd hadn't been easy. Not that she'd gone out of her way to be around him but they were in the sa
Remy told himself to slow down as he grasped her neck, hauling Tatum closer to him. He cautioned his lust-drunk body not to make a fool of itself. He warned his libido not to let this go too far. They were in the middle of the bakery, in the middle of downtown. Anyone could walk through that door from some dumbass off the street, to her brother, to her dad. But he couldn't stop, couldn't force his hand not to trail down her body and grasp her tight ass in his fingers. He wanted desperately to pull her lower half into his, wanted to shove his thigh between her legs and feel the heat he knew would be there. His tongue was forceful as it made its way into her mouth, testing how far she'd let him go.Turned out she'd let him go as far as he wanted to.His brain tried to warn him that this was progressing too quickly. It was getting too out of control, too fast. If he didn't watch it, he'd be picking her up and putting her ass first against the nearest wall. He was losing his mind, losi
Son of a bitch. Something in the way Tatum's gaze met his made him think he'd said those words loud enough she could hear them. But fuck, she looked amazing. Even more than she usually did. Tatum had been gorgeous for a long time, but with her hair in this new cut, she looked sexy, and almost… sophisticated. But this was Tatum. She'd never fully be a lady, not really. She didn't do dresses unless she had to, she didn't do caked on makeup, and she could hang with the guys – no matter how raunchy it got."Do you like it?" She asked again, this time looking much more unsure than when she'd started out. Very slowly, she ran her fingers through her hair, giving it a tousle.Remy cleared his throat, not sure how honest he wanted to be, but at the same time knowing he couldn't help but be honest. If he lied to her, she would know, and it would do nothing to help the situation they seemed to always find themselves in. The two of them always seemed to be either pushing or pulling at each ot