"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
She'd looked beautiful. Pregnancy agreed with her in a lot of ways. Even though he had seen the tension around her face, he'd also noticed the way her T-shirt pulled tight against her breasts, the way her skin glowed in the sun. Dalton wanted nothing more than to follow her as she'd given up her place in the drive-thru line. His hands ached to touch her, his ears wanted to hear her voice again. It'd been weeks since he'd heard her speak, longer than that since he'd touched her. He physically ached with the wanting.Last night when he'd gotten back into town, a part of him had wanted to be as close to her as he could be. With the dark of night covering him, he'd driven over to her apartment building and watched her window for hours. He'd relived moments they'd shared together in his mind. Memories were the only things that kept him going these days. They kept his head above water and the depression at bay because he was damn tired of wanting something he couldn't have.There was an
Dalton was vibrating with fury as he pulled up to the trailer on the lake. The dwelling had seen much better days, but it still provided him with shelter whenever he needed it. It had been the only home he'd known as a young kid, and it was one of the most important places in his memory bank. As they always did, memories assaulted him of that night he and Mandy had sealed the deal in this trailer. She'd given herself over to him and told him he was good enough for her.What a crock of shit those words had ended up being. He'd done the one thing he'd promised himself he'd never do. He disappointed her, not been the man she needed, and he had a suspicion that before this was said and done, he'd never get the chance to be that man again. He didn't deserve the chance. He knew that. There was no telling what he'd have to do to help the man who'd helped him as a kid. He knew his days were numbered, expected he'd go down in a blaze of glory, and he was okay with that.Taking the steps two