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
Dalton tapped a beat that only he heard against his jean-clad thigh. Nerves caused his stomach to clench and a slight sheen of sweat to pop out on his forehead. He'd been waiting for what felt like a year to get a one-on-one meeting with Liam. While their pres was accommodating, times had been busy, and he hadn't wanted to press his luck. Especially because of what he wanted to ask. Liam could easily say no, and he hoped being patient would get him some leeway with the man so many of them looked up to. He needed this favor like he needed his next cigarette. If he had any hope at all of helping his uncle, he needed time, and right now, that was a precious commodity.The shop was busier now than it had ever been, fuck what his dad thought. Their client base was strong, and they'd been getting by legitimately for a long time. They didn't have to have their hands in everything because they made damn good money doing things their own way."Dalton, c'mon in." Liam walked through the club
There were few times in her life when her dad had sent her a text that said…Dinner tonight. Don't miss it.Usually it was when he or someone else had an announcement, or it was because he was missing his nuclear familial unit. As far as she knew, nobody had an announcement, so it had to be that he was missing everybody. The older he got, the more sentimental he got. Mandy had to admit, she was missing her family too.In order to keep her secret, she'd withdrawn herself from everyone, because she was so scared of someone finding out or slipping up and telling them. Doc Jones had told her it was a self-preservation technique. If she didn't want to answer questions, the easiest thing to do was avoid the people who would ask them. It was a shitty way to be, and she knew it, but right now peace of mind was the most important thing to her.There hadn't been any other time she could remember when she kept this kind of information from her family, but she wasn't yet sure how she and D
Tired didn't even begin to cover the pure emotional and physical exhaustion Dalton felt. Last night he and Deacon had gone all over creation looking for Samuel, but had come up empty-handed. He was sick of this. All he wanted was to spend his nights and days in the company of the woman he loved, but he knew it was a danger he couldn't risk. Today, he was going to some of the places he knew Samuel liked to frequent in Warren County. But damn if he wasn't frustrated.For a year, he'd noticed changes in his uncle. He'd been secretive about the places he went late at night, and he always had a wad of cash on him. For a while, Dalton thought he had a girlfriend and was waiting until the time was right to introduce her. Eventually though, the truth had come to light. In the end, it'd taken him almost four months to figure out what the fuck was going on. It wasn't until he'd heard the conversation in the hallway of Wet Wanda's that he'd known for sure his uncle was in trouble. Since that da