Two Months Later"Char, you better get a move on it if you don't want to be late," Drew yelled from the kitchen. He'd done his duty, making her run behind schedule, but they'd had to do something to celebrate their one-month wedding anniversary. Shower sex it was."I can't believe I let you talk me into showering together," she grumbled good-naturedly as she reached into the fridge and pulled out a Starbucks cold coffee. It was better than nothing. "I have court today, but I should be home no later than four," she told him."Good, I have to work at the shop, but we need to be at the clubhouse around six. Remy's gettin' his Prospect patch."She absolutely could not believe it, but there was no denying that the kid deserved it. He'd worked hard. "I wouldn't miss it. Throw me a bagel, would ya?"He stopped what he was doing and gazed at her, catching her eyes with his. She let her gaze linger over him, stopping on the Charity tattoo that now had a bird flying away from the name.
VOLUME NINE: SHIELD MY HEARTMandy Walker held her breath as tightly as she held the cell phone in her hand. Hours ago she'd texted her boyfriend, Dalton, telling him she'd just found out she was pregnant with their child—four weeks along to be exact. What she had assumed was a lingering case of the stomach flu would instead result in a living, breathing human in thirty-six weeks if the doctor was to be believed. And today, Mandy believed it. She'd been sick since she lifted her head off her pillow that morning. With clarity, she remembered how her mom had been when pregnant with Tatum and offered up a small prayer that she wouldn't be as sick as that for the whole pregnancy. There had been a few ER visits and plenty days where Denise couldn't function except to be sick and then go back to sleep.In her other hand, she held the prescription the doctor had given her to ward off some of the nausea. She was going to take it when she got home, and the warning on it said she might get s
Amanda Walker, known to everyone as Mandy, closed her eyes tightly and let the tears fall from beneath her lashes. Last ones, she promised herself as she stiffened her chin and pulled her bottom lip in between her teeth. Crying never solved anything. It was a lesson she'd learned as a kid, and it had carried through life. Her mom, Denise, hardly let her or her twin brother, Drew, see her cry, and she made a vow as she cradled her stomach that this baby would not be a witness to it regularly either. Her mom had been a single mother up until the point she'd met the man who had adopted the twins, and he now preferred to be called Dad instead of Liam. Mandy knew she could do this. She had to do it. Period. Point blank.It was a blow—Dalton not returning the text breaking the news he was going to be a father. A big blow. One she hadn't expected, even though things between them had been strained for the past few months. Never had she imagined he'd let that tidbit of information go by witho
Light poured into the small bedroom of the trailer, illuminating the space just enough for Dalton to see the pattern of the comforter that covered the bed. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, but he couldn't. He missed Mandy, missed her softness next to him, and missed the tiny noises she made in her sleep.He didn't stay here often anymore, but he needed some place to think and lick his wounds. His eyes focused on the juncture where the curtain almost met the roughly carpeted floor. The light played on the threadbare rug as the curtain moved back and forth, the breeze from the air conditioner kicking on and off, pushing it this way and that. He'd been staring at it for hours, searching for answers to questions he never thought he'd have to find. In those hours, he still had no answers. Turning over, he heard the metal of his cut clicking against the metal of his belt. He hadn't even gotten undressed. What was the point when he didn't really have a home? Even at almost thirty year
We were always so careful.He typed the text message on his phone, debating on whether he should send it to Mandy or not. The fact of the matter was they were. He'd never wanted any slip-ups, no mistakes. They'd taken extra precautions, and he'd been almost obsessive in his need not to have a child. All had gone well until that night. The one night he hadn't been able to say no to her. She'd looked beautiful in her anger at him for pushing her away. There hadn't even been a second thought on having her. For once he'd taken what he wanted and not felt bad about it.Funny how it had all worked out."Why won't you tell me what's wrong?" Mandy asked, grabbing his shirt, pulling at him, trying to wrap him up in her arms.He slung her hands off him, refusing to acknowledge how good they felt, how right her touch was on his skin. He'd wanted that touch for so long, had ached for it as he'd done his best to keep himself away from her. "You wouldn't understand." Those were the words he
"How are things going, Mandy?" Dr. Sparks, her OBGYN, asked as she had a seat on the table."Good." Mandy smiled brightly; the brighter she smiled, the less people questioned. She'd been perfecting it long enough it almost came across as genuine now. "Dalton's working at the shop again today. Dad's got him doing everything out there, and they're so busy." She laughed off the fact she was alone for her appointment. Everyone in town knew how busy the shop was, so no one ever questioned her.It was one thing to be going through this by herself; it was another to have to be that woman in the waiting room without a husband or a boyfriend. She'd taken to making excuses for Dalton. Telling everyone there was one reason or another why he wasn't with her. It made things easier, at least for her, because then she didn't have to admit he didn't care about her. In certain ways, it was easier, but in others it hurt worse."Okay, why don't you lie back. We're gonna see if we can hear the baby'
Mandy wasn't sure if she wanted to fume, rage, or chase after Dalton as she watched him pass by the window of Charity's law office. He looked good on the bike, completely in control of the horsepower between his thighs. It'd always been a turn-on for her, and it pissed her off he could still affect her like this. More than anything, she wanted to get out of her chair and run after him, force him to stop and listen to her. She wanted to take her rightful place behind him, throw her arms around his waist, put her cheek on his shoulder and let him drive her to a place they could be alone together. He taunted her, showing her a little bit of what she could have, but also what she couldn't have, what he refused to give her. As in all things with him, she was undecided on what to do.Her heart wanted one thing, while her head told her to do something completely opposite. It wasn't the first time he'd done a drive-by of a place she'd been in, and she knew it wouldn't be the last. She wanted
Dalton pulled into the gas station at the corner of Porter Pike and Louisville Road for three reasons. He needed gas, he desperately wanted a cigarette, and he was nervous as hell to ask Liam for a leave of absence from Heaven Hill. Truth be told, he was wavering, wondering if it was really the smartest decision he'd ever made.Getting off his bike, he stuck his debit card in the gas pump, selected his fuel grade, and filled up. Fuck, his shoulders were tight; hell, his whole body was tight. He had no idea what he was doing, all he knew was worry. Worry that everything could be pulled from his hands before he even got a chance to enjoy it. That must be what other men waxed poetic about; why they protected the women they loved with their lives. Thinking of losing them was scary, pushing them away was dumb, but watching them grow to hate you? He rubbed his chest. That hurt like a motherfucker.The gas pump kicked into the off position as he finished topping the tank. He hung up the n