Page 11 of Alec’s Dream

This was because Doug was no longer in my face. He was five feet away from me on his ass. The whole thing was so shocking I blinked, then blinked some more, and Doug was still across my yard on his ass. Then I focused on the second man—Alec. What in the world was he doing there? He’d somehow appeared out of thin air and was standing over my ex-husband a hair’s breadth away from going apeshit.

Admittedly, I didn’t know Alec all that well. So I wasn’t sure how I knew, but I was certain Doug’s life was in danger.

“Get in the house and get your phone. Call Jonny. If he’s not available, tell him to send a unit,” Alec bossed.

“What?”

“Tell Jonny he has five minutes. He’s not here, I’m dealing with the fucktard. When I’m done, Jonny might not be too happy but I suspect Doug here will finally understand you’re off-limits,” Alec continued, and though what he was saying might’ve made sense to him—because he looked deadly serious—I wasn’t following.

Therefore I repeated, “What?”

“Babe, get in the house and call Jonny, yeah?”

At this point even though I was confused I felt it prudent to get my phone and call Jonny. So I didn’t bother asking Alec to elaborate on what off-limits meant, or why he was at my house to begin with, and jogged into the house.

My phone was on the kitchen counter so I made my way through my cracker box house, nabbed my phone, and hit Jonny’s name. While it was ringing I went back to the living room and stared out the front window.

“Macy?”

“Um…Jonny—”

“You okay? The kids?” Jonny rushed out.

“I think you need to get to my house, right now.”

“Why? What’s going on?” he asked even though I heard keys rattling in the background.

“Doug’s here. He was screaming at me in the front yard. Then he wasn’t.”

I focused on Doug still on the ground and even though I was seeing it I couldn’t believe it.

“Macy, what does that mean?”

“Alec is here. He saw Doug yelling at me. He told me to call you and tell you that you have five minutes to get here and pick up Doug before he deals with Doug.”

“Alec Hall?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck. You wanna tell me why Alec Hall’s at your house?”

“No idea.”

“No idea?”

“No. One minute I was outside explaining to Doug why the kids are not here and he was being his normal dickhead-self screaming at me. The next minute, Doug was clean off his feet flying through the air and Alec was standing over him. That’s it. That’s all I know. Except for the part about Alec saying you only have five minutes to get here. And by the look on Alec’s face I think that really means you only have three minutes because he looks pissed.”

“Fuck,” Jonny grunted. “Tell—”

“Um…I take it you know Alec, so you know I’m not telling him anything—not right now. And after this latest stunt your brother pulled, I’m done, Jonny—beyond done. Years I’ve been putting up with him. Years! So no, even if Alec didn’t look like fire was getting ready to shoot from his eyes, I wouldn’t tell Alec a damn thing, because right now, if I didn’t think my children would hate me for the rest of their lives, I would kill—”

“I get it. Be there in two.”

Jonny disconnected and I stood frozen watching the two men on my lawn. Doug’s mouth was moving and his face was twisted in anger. Alec was staring down at my ex-husband and even from a distance, there was no missing the disgust in his gaze.

And that was when everything hit.

Embarrassment scorched my insides and shame slithered up my throat choking me. Alec had once again witnessed Doug being…Doug.