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“But if you hurt her again, you won’t just be dealing with my husband,” she said, the pupils of her eyes turning to slits like a pissed-off cat ready to strike. “You will be answering to Summer and me too.”
I heard a mumble from the others around us and took that as I would be dealing with them all. But I was trying to mend things with my girl, not make it worse. Because the last few years had been torturous enough.
“I’m not going to hurt her,” I answered Jurnee but was looking straight at Braxton as I said it.
Jurnee’s hand came up and rubbed slow circles on her husband's stomach as if to soothe him and then she went up on her tiptoes and kissed him. “Thanks for lunch. I got to go pick up the kids from my parents.” She released Braxton and headed toward the front door. Then with one last glance her husband's way, she said, “Play nice.” And then she was gone.
Standing there unsure what to say now while everyone was staring at us, I waited Braxton out.
“Let’s go to my office and talk,” he said.
“Sounds good,” I told him, with a nod of my head.
As we headed past Gyth and down the hall, I thought about everything I wanted to say. It was time to lay it all out there and then make Alley listen to me too.
Now that was sure to be a helluva lot harder than dealing with her brother.
My girl was a wildcat. I knew that Jurnee and Summer called her Alley Cat for a reason, and it fit her well. I really did have my work cut out for me.
My girl might just be harder to crack than a safe.
ChapterFive
ALLEY
Memories dancedthrough my head like a firefly’s light fluttering on a dark night, and my fingers froze on the keyboard when the rumbling sound of an engine in the distance drifted through my open office window.
It could be anyone, yet somehow, I’d known it was Landon. He had made it clear there was more to come between us. I wasn’t sure what fucked up notion he had or what he was trying to prove, but it wouldn’t work. Although I had to admit I’d been on edge over when he would make his presence known again, but only to myself. I sure as hell wasn’t about to tell anyone else the things he said to me or that the kiss we’d shared had gotten under my skin.
Now he was here, and he’d brought something that would have more of an effect on me than his car. Finally getting my tightly wound body to move, I stood from my chair and looked frantically around the room thinking I would just hide and not answer the door. Then I realized that wouldn’t work on Landon.
I think the two of us always sensed when one another was around, it had always been that way. Plus, there was something others didn't know about Landon as I did. He was a very demanding man.
But I knew that all too well. Especially when we were in—
Nope not going there, I told myself.
As the deep roar of his motorcycle grew closer, feeling as if it vibrated the ground beneath my already shaky legs, I raced to the window. Flipping up one of the white wooden slats in the blinds that had kept the sun off my computer screen, but still allowed the fresh air to come through the open window, I peeked outside to my driveway.
Sitting idle right in front of my house was Landon on his sleek grey and black Ducati.
Fuck…
Instantly, I was thinking back to the times I rode behind him, my arms wrapped tightly around his middle, my head on his back, and the power of the bike racing through every nerve in my body. It was the one time in my life I felt absolutely free and all my worries were whisked away.
It was also when I felt like our love could be enough and we would make it. Whether forbidden or not, we stood a chance.
I felt the wetness slide down my right cheek from the lone tear that fell before I could stop it. He was the only man I ever loved, made love to and who held my heart and soul. The scary part is it was probably for eternity whether I liked it or not, even after all the heartache.
This side of Landon, the wild one, was something only I ever got to see. It was the one that had been tamed by his parents and guilted into thinking he couldn’t show, so he kept it hidden. Although I must admit I like the serious, strong, lawyer side of him too. He was a mystery, kind of like Clark Kent and Superman. A man of many talents, and there was one talent he hid better than anything.
But I was going to stop thinking about him. I had learned early on how to bury the shit that drags me down and later in life too when the things I endured felt as though they’d kill me, and that’s what I was going to do now.
So squaring my shoulders, and putting my badass game face on, I stomped out of my office to the front door making more noise than King Kong on a mission. You would have thought with all the commotion I was making that Landon would have been prepared.
But when I yanked on the handle and threw open the heavy, wooden door, getting slammed in the head with Landon’s fist as he was preparing to knock was not something I had been expecting.
Stumbling back, I fell and landed on my ass. “What the hell, Landon?” I yelled, glaring at him. “It is a damn good thing I have a hard head and cushion to pad my ass.”
