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Two weeks later, I found myself in the ICU at Rosewood Memorial Hospital, and John was in jail for attempted murder. But what sealed his fate was, while out on bail, John tried to finish the job, and would have succeeded if it wasn’t for Eugene and Scribe, who just happened to swing by for a visit that day.
The trial was hard on me, but thanks to my parents moving back to Rosewood to help me and a few select friends, I managed to survive it. But the town still talked. Half still believed John was innocent, that I trapped him to gain status and access to his trust fund, while others were on the fence, but still kept their distance.
It was a small few, the ones I considered my real friends who believed me, that gave me the courage to move on and start over. Eugene was one of those people. Hell, he was with me when I delivered Sean. Held my hand through all eighteen hours of delivery, never leaving my side. Eugene even named him, saying my son needed a strong Irish name.
Despite everything I’d been through, I never once thought, never even considered how Eugene felt. He had always just been my best friend. The one I knew would be there for me if I ever needed him. I never suspected, never assumed to think differently.
I always knew Eugene needed someone special. Someone who loved all of him, panic attacks and all. I couldn’t be that woman. Even if I wanted to be. His reputation was stellar. He was an upstanding citizen. Everyone loved him. If he associated himself with me, even thought about dating me, this town would turn on him. I couldn’t allow that.
Not my Eugene.
He deserved better.
He needed the best, and that wasn’t me.
Never would be.
“Shug, say something.”
Unshed tears pooled in my eyes as I looked up at him. Dear God, I wanted so much to tell him how I truly felt. How my heart yearned to have him love me, to hold me, to make all my worries disappear. How I prayed he was legally my son’s father, that he could look past my prior indiscretions and love me, just me.
But that would never happen.
I ruined any chance of genuine love the night at the lake in my senior year.
Eugene stepped closer to me, cupping my face. “Sugar Anne Potter, I love you. I have since we were kids. There is nothing I don’t know about you and nothing you don’t know about me. I want to spend the rest of my life loving you and the boys. Please, baby, we belong together, and you know it.”
“Eugene…” I whispered, tears streaming down my face while he leaned down and tenderly kissed my lips. The connection was instant as I felt my body reach out to his, needing him closer. His soft lips didn’t demand, didn’t coax. He just held me to him and gently brushed his lips against mine. It was the most innocent, pure kiss I’d ever had. I thought my heart would break.
No one had ever kissed me like this before.
It was like he was giving me my first real kiss, as it should have been all those years ago. I wished that kiss could have gone on forever, but a commotion in the hallway had us breaking apart.
I was about to say something when Eugene lightly placed his finger over my lips, shushing me. He turned toward his bedroom door when we both heard Scribe grumble. “What the hell is going on? I need my beauty sleep.”
“Alarms are going off near the obstacle course,” King replied.
A door slammed.
“Where the fuck are you going dressed like that?” King asked.
“Saw movement out back,” Frank growled, stomping loudly down the hallway.
“You remember your little rabbit yet, Frank?” Scribe yawned.
Frank growled, “No.”
King cursed, “Shit. Satan’s Angels are attacking the Golden Skulls’ compound. Sandman is hunting.”
Bedroom doors started opening as I looked up at Eugene. Something was happening when a flash of light caught my attention. Turning towards the window, I whispered, “Eugene, there are men outside. Lots of them.”
“Shit,” he whispered back, pulling me away from the glass. “Get under the bed and stay there, Shug.”
“What?” I asked. He dropped his towel, before quickly throwing on a pair of sweats and a T-shirt when I heard Priest say, “There a fucking meeting I wasn’t aware of?”
“Cameron just passed out. Any of you fuckers wake him, I will kick your ass,” Pyro growled.
“Dude,” Scribe moaned. “It’s two o’clock in the fucking morning. No wonder you are packing on the pounds.”
