KelseaWaiting is the worst, especially as Darren sits curled up next to me. I have to admit, even though I'm sad about the events that brought him here, I'm happy to have him beside me. For the last few weeks, he's been my buddy. While I would do anything to take away the pain I know he's feeling, I'm almost glad he doesn't have to grow up with the piece of shit father he had.Sighing, I look at my watch, wondering how long it's going to be before someone comes out and tells us how he's doing. He went into recovery almost an hour ago, according to the patient board. I'm about to not be patient any longer. "Do you want some coffee, honey?" I look up, seeing Whitney."I should be asking you, if you need anything." I scoot over, doing my best not to disturb Darren."No." She grabs hold of my hand. "He'd want me to take care of you."For some reason Whitney saying those words starts the water works I've been trying to hold at bay for the last three hours since Darren showed u
NickIf the bullet that hit me didn't kill me, physical therapy sure as hell will. The therapist they've given me is sadistic. Now I know why Ransom was such a little bitch when he was rehabbing. I might owe him an apology or two."Come on, Nick, one more set," she encourages me in this all too peppy voice. "I know you have one more in you."I want to tell her to shut the fuck up, but at the same time, I'm struggling with not being on the job. I badly want to be back in my squad car, riding the roads and taking lunch with Ransom. If I ever want to be allowed to do that again, she has to sign off on it.When I have absolutely nothing else left to give, she claps her hands. "That's it for today, Nick."I'm breathing heavily, wishing it didn't take so much out of me to do PT, but it does. I'm so weak compared to where I was a few months ago, but I'm also better than I was a few weeks ago. "See you in a few days." I wave as I use a towel to dry off my wet hair. Walking into th
Nick"You're sure it's okay for him to stay tonight?" My mom grins as she takes hold of Darren's hand, welcoming him into their home. "It's more than okay. We're gonna have so much fun, you and Kels have a great time."We've never left him alone for the whole night, but after the last few months, we kinda feel like we deserve a night out. I go back to work in three weeks, and I know better than anyone how much time I'll have to be putting in. Everyone has covered for me while I've been away, and I'll only want to put in that same time for my coworkers. "Be good for them," I kneel down. "If you get scared or anything, you can call either one of us, I promise. We'll come to get you."On the way over, he'd confided in me he'd never spent the night with anyone before like this. He nods. "Okay.""He'll be fine," Dad says as he comes into the living room, covered in saw dust. "I'm gonna show him my shop.""You're in for a treat D-man, he showed me his shop when I was about
NickAs I pull my patrol car up to the house, I glance down at the time. This is my first day back on duty, and I know there's something I have to do. This house? It's held me back in so many ways. Each time I would move forward, it would pull me back, not allowing me to be the man I wanted to be. Getting out, I slowly walk up to the front door, knocking twice before stepping back and waiting for someone to answer. When a woman with a small baby in her arms comes to the door, I give her my best smile."Hi, I'm Nick…""Cooper," she finishes. "You used to live here. I'm Colleen, I used to live over there." She points to another house farther down the block. I vaguely remember her riding her bike with me when she was younger. "I remember.""Yeah." She smiles this time a little sad. "My son and I, we moved here after he was born. Divorce," she says quietly. "I'm not here to judge anyone, I was just wondering if I could look at my old room."Anyone else except her would p
Kelsea"What are we doing out here?" We're in the truck, enjoying some time to ourselves. I thought we were going to breakfast, but he's driving to his shop, it looks like. My gaze lingers on the console, where our fingers are entwined. It's easy with him now, which I never thought it would be. Almost losing the love of your life does that. It makes you see things in a different light, encourages you to quit setting the small shit and forces you to appreciate the little moments. Our little moments are my favorite."I have to grab something I made for the baby." He carefully puts the tires of the truck into the ruts that have been made."When are you guys going to get some blacktop out here? It's crazy how much time all y'all spend out here, but you don't fix the road."He lets go of my hand, shoving the truck into four-wheel-drive and grins as he guns it, to get over a mountain of mud. "Maybe we like to drive it without blacktop."He's got this grin. It's what I call his l
Kelsea"C'mon you two, we're running late," I yell through the apartment as I throw open the closet door, looking for my flats. If we need to run to make it on time, at least I'll have proper footwear."Dad, I don't know how to tie my tie!"It still gets me, hearing him call us Mom and Dad, today, all of that becomes official. "Be there in just a second," Nick yells back as he stands up from the bed, tucking his button-down into his slacks. "I can't believe we overslept.""It's not our fault the power went out, and it knocked out the cell phone service too," I grab a tube of gloss, putting it on my lips as I run a brush through my hair."Okay, so for the tie," Nick looks at Darren. "That's something we'll get your grandpa to do, D-man, I still can't tie my own tie."The quiet in the room is deafening before we all bust out in nervous laughter. "Let's go," I point towards the door. "Everyone's gonna meet us there."* * *We're quiet as we make our way to the Laurel Sp
VOLUME THREE: ENIGMAKarsyn"This isn't working for me."My heart drops as I hear the words coming out of Tucker's mouth. They aren't really computing with me though. He can't be saying what I think he's saying. "What?" I want to make sure I'm hearing him right."This." He motions between the two of us. "Isn't working for me."I will not cry. I will not cry. I will not cry. "You want more from me than I can give.""Is this because I told you how I felt? Because I told you I love you?" "Karsyn," he starts.I hold up my hand. "Don't give me the it's not you, it's me bullshit." And cue the tears. They're falling now, huge and ugly. I'm not a cute crier. Not like those girls who refuse to let people see them break down. I've spent enough of my life holding things in, running from a past that would have broken most. I refuse to hold my feelings in. Our time on earth is finite, and I had to tell Tuck when I fell."It is." He reaches out for my hand, but I snatch it away
TuckerWhen did I become the kind of guy who sits in a police car outside his ex-girlfriend's apartment? Especially when we didn't even put a label on it and it was never meant to be more than a couple of hook-ups.My conscience blasts me for being the asshole I am. You became that guy when you decided to be a jerk and break it off with her because you couldn't handle the feelings she evoked in you. At this point I tell my conscience to shut the fuck up, even though it's completely right. If I were anyone else, I'd tell them to get over it, stop going by her apartment and move on, but I can't. Not in a skeevy way either. There's nothing nefarious in the feelings I have for Karsyn.I fucking miss her; I miss the way she made me feel, the way she took care of me, and the way she allowed me to be myself, even when the days were harder than I cared to admit. Behind me, my K-9 Major barks, letting me know I've been sitting here for too long."I hear ya, but just a few more minute