Page 12 of Alec’s Dream

Perfect, handsome, good dad Alec Hall. With his nice clothes, nice car, good job, pretty little girl, nice life, Alec-freaking-Hall had an up-close, front row seat of my shitshow of a life.

Peachy.

Fucking perfect.

Not only did I want to never, ever, see the man again, I was afraid he’d call the owner of Little Lights and tell Monica I was a whack job and he was pulling Jocelyn unless I was fired. Of course, Monica knew all about Doug. Everyone did. Every damn person in town knew he was a loser and I’d stayed married to him for ten years. Making me an even bigger loser.

Fuck. My. Life.

Fuck Doug.

Jonny’s truck pulled in behind an SUV I’d never seen before, parked on the street in front of my driveway therefore it was blocking in my car. Not that it mattered at the moment because it wasn’t like I was going anywhere seeing as I had an ex-douche, Jonny, and a very pissed-off Alec to deal with.

Jonny jumped from his truck and boy did he look like he was getting ready to go apeshit, too. I’d seen Jonny mad at his brother before, but never this angry and that was saying something. For years, Doug had made an art out making pretty much everyone angry.

I opened the door and made it two steps out when Alec turned to me, some of the hate dissipating but his voice still sounded snarly, “Babe. Stay in the house.”

“Tell that fucking cunt—”

Alec’s head snapped back to a still-prone Doug and a miracle of all miracles happened. Doug snapped his trap shut.

“What’d I tell you about mouthing off to Macy?” That didn’t sound snarly—that sounded downright frightening.

Piss-in-your-pants scary.

“You can’t threaten me,” Doug stupidly spat.

“I see you think since Jonny’s here, you’re safe. That means not only are you a pussy, you’re a stupid pussy. If you think for one second anything I’ve told you is a threat and not the promise it was meant to be, you’re the dumbest fucking pussy I’ve ever met.”

Doug’s face blanched and his eyes cut to his brother. “You’re gonna stand there and—”

“Sure am,” Jonny cut Doug off.

“Seriously?”

“Yup. You’re all sorts of stupid, Doug. I keep warning you but you never listen. I see this time you’ve pushed too far. And I can’t say I’m not happy seeing Alec standing over you. Maybe, just maybe, this will be the last time I get a callout about you causing trouble.” Then Jonny’s gaze sliced to me and he asked. “You pressing charges?”

Same question Jonny asked every time he came to my rescue. Same pleading look. I opened my mouth to answer but Alec got there first.

“She is.”

My back snapped straight and irritation infused my body.

“I’m—”

“You are, Macy,” Alec told me and my irritation slid to annoyance.

I appreciated Alec stepping in. I more than welcomed him getting Doug out of my face. But I was not pressing charges and I’d be damned if someone I barely knew was going to tell me what to do.

“Jonny, if you’ll just—”

“Give us a minute.” That was Alec once again interrupting me. And he wasn’t speaking to me, he was talking to Jonny.

I don’t think so!

Alec broke away and started to move toward me but he didn’t stop on my porch. No, not Alec Hall, he nabbed my hand and pulled me into my house closing the door behind him.

All of this shocked me into silence and before I could find my voice, Alec did, further pissing me off.