by Jill Sanders
Holding On
Jill Sanders
Contents
Summary
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Epilogue
Also by Jill Sanders
About the Author
Summary
Trey McGowan is no stranger to the inside of a jail cell, but this time it really wasn’t his fault. Well… maybe a little. What’s worse is that the gorgeous hottie he was defending didn’t even notice. But make no mistake, the jerk she was with really had it coming. Now she has the nerve to show up, looking for work. And not just for her! She wants him to hire the a-hole who was pushing her around, too. And with the legs on this one, he was tempted to consider it, just to keep her around.
Dylan has had a run of bad luck. After losing both parents to a tragic accident, she was left in the unfortunate care of older brother, Brent, who hasn’t exactly been a model parent. He’d started off okay, but in the last few years it had been more like her babysitting him. Now, he’s dragged her to Haven, Montana, in a last-ditch effort to find work. To make matters worse, he just punched Trey McGowan, one of the only men in town who could guarantee work for both of them. This may require a little persuasion.
Remember to look up at the stars
and not down at your feet.
Stephen Hawking
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously.
Text copyright © 2018 Jill Sanders
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Published by Grayton Press
DIGITAL ISBN: 978-1-942896-97-5
PRINT ISBN: 978-1-1718675-13-1
Chapter 1
You know those feel-good movies that start with the heroine driving down a long highway in a convertible, the wind blowing her long hair while dark sunglasses shade her eyes from the bright sunlight as iconic music plays loudly in the background? Yeah, Dylan’s life was nothing like that.
Once again, she was sitting in the police station waiting for her brother’s paperwork to be filed so she could use the rest of their small savings to bail him out. This would be the last time, she told herself, and this time she really meant it.
Glancing at her watch, she groaned when she realized only five minutes had passed since the last time she’d checked the time.
Leaning her head back against the wall, she closed her eyes and dreamed of a different life. One where she could have a small patch of land of her own, a horse, maybe two, a solid job that didn’t require her to wear short skirts and earn tips based on how big her tits looked that night. Maybe even a good man by her side, one that she wasn’t having to bail out at least once a month.
“McCaw,” someone shouted. Dylan bolted awake.
“Yes.” She rushed to the window.
“Your brother has been processed,” the clerk said from behind the thick glass. “How would you like to post his bail?”
“Can I write a check?” she asked, pulling out her savings checkbook. There went what little future she’d hoped for, she thought as she wrote a check for almost every dime she’d saved over the past several years.
Had it really been almost four years since their parents had died in the boating accident off the coast of Mexico? What would become their last family vacation had turned tragic on just the second day of their trip to Cancun.
It had been their parents’ twenty-second anniversary and a week later, her brother’s twenty-first birthday. Her dad had splurged on an all-inclusive deal for the whole family—snorkeling, sight-seeing, you name it. They had planned on doing it all together.
The first day had been wonderful, with the exception of Brent complaining that he had to spend his birthday with his family instead of his girlfriend-at-the-moment, Tilly.
But on day two, Brent was actually excited about snorkeling. They’d taken a boat to the snorkeling site, and the guides had set each of them up with the gear they needed. They had all jumped into the water eagerly.
They’d taken a break around lunchtime and enjoyed sandwiches with the other group of people who’d been booked on the same tour.
After lunch, her mother hadn’t been feeling well, and the group had agreed to return to shore early. Dylan and Brent had been sitting near the front of the boat, and Brent had been pestering her about a text message she’d received from Jax, her boyfriend at the time.
She remembered the sound of the engine starting and vaguely remembered hearing her father say that something didn’t sound right, just before a loud explosion threw both her and her brother more than fifty feet into the water.
She had hit the water hard and had inhaled more than a mouthful of salt water.
Brent had gripped her wrist and pulled her to the surface. Then he’d wrapped his arms around her and swum towards the destruction. The boat had still been engulfed in flames, and she’d screamed for her brother to stay away from it.
“Mom and Dad are in there,” he’d screamed at her.
Her mind had gone blank for the rest of her time in the water. It had almost been like watching a horror movie. She couldn’t do anything but watch the boat burn and sink. By the time she had regained herself, she and her brother were being hoisted into another boat. Blankets were wrapped around her shoulders. She remembered laughing at this. It was strange since it was so hot outside, and she’d actually still felt sticky from the heat.
But her teeth had been chattering and she couldn’t control the shaking. Her brother had wrapped his arms around her and cried as she stared blankly at the water where the boat had gone down.
She and Brent had been the lucky ones that day. Two more people had been pulled out of the water, but both had needed multiple surgeries. She’d heard that one of them had lost his leg in the explosion.
For the first year after their parents’ death, Brent had taken complete control of everything and she’d blindly allowed him to. Then a little over a year later, he’d been arrested at a bar.
She’d been a month away from graduation when she’d gotten the call eighteen years old. She’d had to drive down to the police station and learn all about posting bail. It had been humiliating. And it had kept her up all night so that by the time her brother walked out of the building, she was late for first period and had to go to school in the yoga pants and sweatshirt she’d been wearing the night before.
From that day on, Dylan had taken over the role of provider while her brother threw his life away.
She had found out that, over the course of that year, he’d blown almost every dime of their parents; money.
Within three months of Dylan’s graduation, they’d had to put the house up for sale. Before it could sell, the bank had repossessed it, taking any money they would have gained from the sale away from them.
They had sold all the fami
ly’s possessions in a hasty garage sale, and Dylan had hidden half of the money away from her brother in a checking account under her name only. She’d gotten a job waiting tables, then had gotten another job at a car wash.
By the time she’d turned twenty-one, she was working three full-time jobs while her brother bounced from small job to small job, occasionally being hauled into the jailhouse for public intoxication or bar fights.
A month before her birthday, she had found out that Brent had emptied her checking account. She’d made her car payment on time but her check had bounced.
She’d rushed to the bank found out that her account was overdrawn. When she’d confronted her brother, he’d yelled at her and told her that she didn’t understand the pressure he was under.
A week later, her car had been repossessed, and she’d been kicked out of her apartment when she couldn’t pay the rent.
She’d saved her money until she could afford a two-hundred-dollar piece of tin that would get her to and from her many jobs. Brent’s truck had been a graduation gift from their parents, and he still drove around in the shiny massive beast that was decked out like some spoiled country boy’s toy.
The next big chunk of her money had gone to move them into an apartment on the south side of Seattle, the part of town where you locked your car doors and tried to avoid eye contact with other drivers.
The one-bedroom place had only allowed her to sign a three-month lease, since her credit scores were so low, and she’d had to pay the three months in advance along with a security deposit.
Brent didn’t seem to mind sleeping on the old pull-out sofa or sharing the tiny bathroom with her. Actually, about the only thing her brother did mind was talking about money or about him getting a full-time job.
“McCaw.” Once again, her name was yelled out, and it echoed in the sterile waiting area.
She rushed over to the window. “Your brother is being released. You can head down to the east exit. He’ll be there.”
“Thank you.” She tucked her purse close to her side and walked down the long hallway. As she went, she planned out her speech. She was going to force Brent out of her place. She simply couldn’t afford to be his sister any longer. He was dragging her so far down, they were both drowning, and she needed to start thinking about her own future.
“Hey, sis.” Brent looked to be in good spirits as he walked out, and she wondered what sort of scheme he’d try to talk her into next. He wrapped his arm around her shoulders. “Have I got an opportunity for us.”
“What?” she asked, feeling her entire body tense.
“I met some guys last night, and they’re heading over to Montana later this week. They say there’s high paying jobs up there for guys like me.”
She raised her eyebrows. “Guys like…” She let the rest hang.
“You know.” He flexed his muscle. There was only one aspect of her brother’s life that he truly cared about. Lifting weights. Their little living area was full of weights. She couldn’t even walk to the kitchen without stubbing her toe on a dumbbell.
“Okay.” She held her breath. This was the first time he’d shown any interest in getting a good job. If he didn’t change his mind, this could be a godsend.
“Don’t worry about a thing, I’ll make all the arrangements,” Brent said as he climbed into her small car.
She felt like groaning at the thought of her brother arranging anything on his own, but at least he was finally taking the initiative. Maybe this would be good for them both. He could head to Montana and make some money, and she could get on with her own life. She would hate not being close to him, but part of her was looking forward to being on her own for the first time in her life.
“They say there’s good work up there for you, as well.”
“Who is they?” she asked.
“Two guys I met last night at the bar.”
“The same two that you say jumped you?” she asked.
“Hu?” He glanced over at her, then chuckled. “Naw, two different guys.” He crossed his arms over his chest and seemed to take a nap as she drove them across town.
Glancing at her watch again, she groaned when she realized she wouldn’t have enough time to shower before heading into work.
“I’m going to drop you off here. I have to get to work.” She pulled to a stop in front of their building.
“Huh?” Her brother jolted awake. “Oh, sure, just leave everything to me.” He smiled. “See you tonight.”
“Right,” she said before driving away.
Ten hours later, after being on her feet for most of it, every part of her body hurt. She’d had to swallow a couple aspirins halfway through the day. Normally, she could make it through the workday on one soda, but today had been a three-soda kind of day. That told her it was past time for a day off.
As she was clocking out, Darian, the manager at Roco’s Diner, waved her towards the back.
“I won’t keep you long, but I thought it best to give you your final check.” He handed her an envelope.
“Final…” She felt her heart miss an entire beat.
“We’re sad to see you go, but I understand you and your brother have new jobs already lined up.”
“Me and…” She felt her knees go weak. “Who?” She shook her head.
Darian smiled. “You look exhausted. You’d better get some rest before the big move.”
“I…” She took a deep breath and blinked like someone had just throw water in her face.
Just then Darian’s phone rang. “I’ve got to take this.” He held out his hand for her to shake. “If you need anything…”
She left the building, unsure of just what had happened. She was halfway across the parking lot when she realized that her car wasn’t where she’d parked it. Turning a full circle, she frowned as she hunted her bag for her keys, as if they could magically make her car reappear.
She dug to the bottom of her purse and frowned. She sat down on the curb behind the diner and dumped the contents of her purse out. Her keys should have been there. She always put them in her purse, which was stored in the back office along with all the other waitresses’ things.
Just then, she heard a horn and jumped. Her brother drove up in his truck, a huge smile on his face. “Ready?” he called out to her through the open window.
“Brent, someone stole my car,” she said, approaching the truck.
“Stole?” Brent frowned. “You mean sold.” He smiled. “Get in. We’ve got lots of miles to go if we plan on making it.”
“Sold?” She felt her headache return full steam. It was then that she noticed the boxes in the back seat of the truck. “What’s all this?” She pointed to the back as he drove out of the parking lot.
“Our stuff. I think I got everything.” He shrugged.
“Everything of what?” She glared at him.
“Our stuff.” He chuckled as she climbed into his truck. She was almost on autopilot at this point. She’d gone almost two full days without sleep. Her entire body heated with anger as realization sunk in.
“You sold my car and packed up my stuff?” Her eyes narrowed. “Did you tell Darian I was quitting?”
Brent frowned over at her. “Well, sure, how else are we going to move to Montana? You can’t take the job with you and that old piece of shit car you drove would’ve never made it. Besides, we needed gas money.”
“You sold my car!” Her mind refused to focus.
“I told you I’d take care of everything.” He smiled over at her. “I have.”
“Brent, I don’t want to move to Montana!” She practically screamed it.
He was silent for a while. “I’ve already got a nice secretary job lined up for you.”
“I don’t care.” She crossed her arms over her chest. “You don’t get to make these kinds of decisions for me.”
“But you’d be making more than you do now working three jobs.”
Her eyes narrowed. “How do you know what I make?”
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sp; He smiled. “I took a guess. Besides, you’d have health benefits. You don’t get those working three part-time jobs.”
“Three full-time jobs,” she corrected. “And yes, I had—”
“Besides,” he interrupted. “I have a job working the oil fields. It’s just what I’ve always wanted to do. It pays more than double what you’d be making.”
She opened her mouth, then shut it and slowly let the breath out of her lungs. “How much?”
“Five figures a year.”
“Minimum wage is five figures a year.” She rolled her eyes. “How much?”
“Eighty-thousand,” he said, but it sounded like he was just throwing a number out.
“You already have the job?” she asked slowly.
“Yes.” He smiled.
She glanced back at all the boxes. “You packed up our stuff, sold my car, quit my job—”
“Jobs,” he corrected with a smile.
“You did all this in one day?” she asked, feeling a little light-headed.
“It wasn’t hard.” He shrugged.
Her brother had never shown this much interest in anything in his life. The only thing he’d ever worked hard at was his physique.
“I’m too tired to think.” She rolled her shoulders.
“Then don’t. I’ll take the first shift driving.”
“We’re leaving now?” She sat up a little straighter.
Brent chuckled. “Well, yeah.” He nodded to all the boxes shoved in the back seat. She glanced behind and saw more boxes in the bed of the truck. “Work starts bright and early Monday morning.”
Feeling a little hijacked, she wanted to argue, but her mind was far too tired to try and come up with a good debate. If he was telling the truth and they both had jobs waiting for them, then why fight it?