Biker Romance: Never Love an Exile (Exile Love Biker MC Series Book 3)

by Summers, Kara

  Now that I was here, Ariel had turned her rage and jealousy on me. I did my best to avoid her, but church days put us in close proximity. At first it was easy to handle, but with each week that passed, she was getting braver and bolder.

  One afternoon I was chatting happily with a few of the local women when Ariel crossed the small field. The women gave her one glance and said their goodbyes; she was good at dispersing people. Few people wanted anything to do with her.

  “So, we finally have a chance to talk. Sara was it?” she asked, looking me up and down.

  I wasn’t required to be polite to this woman so I just offered her a curt frown and crossed my arms. “Sara Wright.”

  “Ahhh, that’s right, you married Connor. You must think highly of yourself to catch such a wonderful man.”

  “I answered an ad,” I said simply. “I didn’t come here to take anything from anyone or interfere with the town.”

  “For someone who wasn’t trying to interfere, you did an awfully good job,” she said with a sneer.

  “Ariel, I haven’t done anything to you. Why do you continue to come after me?”

  She took a step forward and suddenly I was trapped between her and a tree, my back pressed against the rough bark.

  “You took what was supposed to be mine!” she snapped, her eyes wild and raging.

  For a moment a spike of fear dug itself into my belly and I swallowed thickly, my eyes trained on Ariel. Her jealousy had been a mere annoyance before, but now I could see that she was dangerous..

  “He didn’t belong to anybody! You are a married woman, Ariel! I’m sorry you aren’t happy but that is simply not my fault,” I said quickly.

  “You think he’ll love you? You’re just a stand in until he finds someone better. You’re so naïve. How could you be a good mother? You think you can come here and just learn what it takes to be the wife of a rancher? You’re just some spoiled brat from the city! You’ll never fit in here!” she spit at me.

  The words hit far too close to home, because at the end of the day, she was right. I didn’t fit in here; I didn’t fit in anywhere, really. I was going to be just as much out of place here as I was in New York. I didn’t want her to see how deeply she had cut me so I closed my eyes and pushed myself off the tree, brushing past her.

  “HEY! Where do you think you’re going?” she snapped, grabbing my wrist.

  I turned and tried to twist away, but Connor appeared behind Ariel and separated us easily. “Ariel! What do you think you’re doing?”

  She grit her teeth for a moment and forced a smile on her face. “Connor, I was afraid your lovely bride was going to go tumbling down the hill. It would be a shame to see her break an ankle,” she said sweetly, but with a hint of malice.

  Connor frowned but took my hand and led me away from the church. As we walked down the lonely, dusty road, he looked at me and frowned. “Are you okay?” he asked, reaching out and touching my cheek.

  I looked down and nodded slowly. He knew about the issues between me and Ariel, but he knew there wasn’t much he could do. If she ever hurt me he would take action, but his back was up against the wall just as much as mine had been. I didn’t want to cause him anymore stress, so I smiled up at him and stood on my toes, kissing his cheek gently.

  “I’m okay. I promise. She’s just being difficult. I’m sure she’ll come around,” I said, trying to sound positive, but I wasn’t sure of that at all.

  He nodded and wrapped his arms around me, smiling and pulling me close, pressing our lips together. Wind tossed our hair and my eyes fluttered closed. It felt so good to be in his arms like this. He pulled away and I looked into his eyes, my fingers tangling in the sandy colored hair at the base of his neck.

  “As long as I have you I’m okay,” I whispered.

  Chapter Six

  The cold dead of winter came around before I could prepare for it. It snowed in New York, of course, but not like this. Here, once the snow started, it didn’t stop for days. Within a week I was up to my knees in drifts and trudging through the paths made by the cattle. The baby was strapped to my back and I had become much more confident when caring for her.

  Regina was gurgling and giggling in my arms now and I actually felt like I was settling in as her mother. She looked at me with big, green eyes and would grin so bright the stars would be put to shame. She was beautiful and she made my heart flutter a million miles a minute.

  Connor was a good father and seeing him and the baby together often made my heart ache. I wanted more; I wanted to be a family. I had finally found someone who made me want to have a child of my own.

  My wish would come to fruition soon enough. The morning sickness started shortly after the first snowfall. I would be caring for Regina or cooking breakfast and my stomach would suddenly begin to lurch. It was one of the most unsettling things I had ever experienced. I had to run outside and heave until there was nothing left in my stomach before stumbling back into the kitchen. Connor offered me strange looks here and there, asking me if I was okay.

  Even though my face glistened with a thin sheen of sweat, he seemed to buy it when I said I was fine, opting to leave me to my chores. I could tell he wanted to ask more, but he seemed to get the idea that whatever I was dealing with, it was something he couldn’t really help me with.

  In the letters I wrote to my sister, I described the issues I had been having and she suggested that I might be with child. I don’t know why I hadn’t thought of it myself, but my heart fluttered with hope and a grin spread over my face. Could it be? Could I really be pregnant? My breath hitched in my throat just a little and I found myself clinging to the thought that I was possibly carrying Connor’s child.

  When my belly started to grow and the sickness persisted, I knew it was the truth. My heart was beating wildly as I stirred dinner, Regina on my hip. She was chewing on a damp cloth. Her teeth were coming in and the poor thing was incredibly fussy.

  The door clicked and opened and the sound of familiar boots made me grin. I ran over to the door, setting Regina in her crib as I helped Connor take his hat and boots off.

  “How were the cattle today?” I asked, glancing up at him.

  “They hate marching through that snow, though I suppose I would too. I sent two of them off to the slaughter house so we can have salted meats for the winter.”

  I took his hand and led him to his chair, gently pushing him down to sit. I knelt at his feet and took his hands, holding them close and pressing them to my lips. “Connor, there’s something I need to tell you,” I started.

  His brows furrowed a little and he looked me up and down. “Is everything alright?”

  “Everything is more than alright, Connor,” I whispered, my eyes bright and excited.

  He leaned forward as if I were going to whisper the good news to him. I chuckled and reached out to cup his cheeks, staring into the eyes of the man I had come to love. Neither of us had spoken our love yet, but we both knew deep down in our hearts how the other felt.

  “I do believe I’m pregnant, darling,” I whispered, my eyes lighting up with joy.

  He jumped up from the chair, staring down at me with wide eyes. A grin started to slowly spread across his face and he lifted me from the floor, holding me in his arms and spinning me around, laughing wildly.

  “Pregnant? Really?”

  I laughed and kicked my feet up, throwing my arms around his neck as he lifted me into the air, nodding quickly. “Yes!”

  He pulled me into his arms and held me so tight I thought we might become one person. I had never seen him this happy before. I had been a little hesitant about telling him since his first wife had died during birth and I didn’t want to stir up those emotions again. But there was no fear here, only excitement and an undiluted happiness.

  After a moment he pulled away and cupped my cheeks, staring down at me. He looked as if he might say something but he instead crashed our lips together and held me in the kiss, grinning as he stroked some hair out of my
face.

  “I love you,” he said.

  My eyes widened at the words and I pressed myself against him, hands resting against his chest. “You what?” I whispered, my mouth going dry.

  “I love you,” he said again, a bit louder this time. “I love you, I love you, I love you!” He emphasized each phrase with a tender kiss. “I never thought I could love again, Sara, but I love you. You came into my life and you turned it upside down in the most wonderful way. I thought of this as a business arrangement and I never expected to fall for you like this,” he whispered, his words almost coming out too fast.

  Tears came to my eyes and I buried my face in his chest, clinging to his shirt. “I love you too. I never thought a man could love me; I thought I was unlovable but you changed my life. My sister always told me God had a plan for me and she was right. This is right; it’s what’s meant to be,” I whispered, looking up at him and trying to blink the tears from my eyes.

  His thumbs brushed over my cheeks, wiping away the tears as he pressed his forehead to mine. We didn’t say anything after that. Everything we needed to communicate could be understood in our silence.

  Chapter Seven

  The town was bustling with excitement. Being the small town it was, news spread fast and soon enough everyone knew I was with child. Women would drop by the house and offer me baskets of fresh vegetables, fruits, and advice. They brought jams, pies, and everything else you could possibly think of. It seemed the entire town had a goal of keep me happy and I was more than willing to accept their generosity.

  A few of the local merchants even put together a crib and some baby clothes for the new addition. It was explained to me that when a couple had their first child, it was a big to-do. The town liked to come together and help the new parents in any way they could. I had never seen anything like it in New York and the sense of community gave me a warm, happy feeling in my belly.

  Everyone knew about the tragedy Connor had suffered when his first wife passed. He had loved her dearly and so had the rest of the town. I knew I would never replace her in his heart or in the hearts of the town folk, and that was all right. All I could hope for was to honor her memory and make my husband happy and be a good mother to Regina.

  The only person in town who wasn’t happy was Ariel. I shouldn’t have been surprised, but it still hurt that someone would look on me with such disdain. I was trying to live my life as happily as possible and there was one woman standing in the corner, glowering at me. If looks could kill, I would have been dead three times over.

  I ignored her to the best of my ability, but she was making it hard. I began to notice that she would pass by my window once a day or so, peeking in but running off when I noticed her. I didn’t think much of it at first and didn’t even bother telling Connor.

  I was worried about him; the poor man was so nervous about my pregnancy. He didn’t want anything to go wrong and the fear that he might lose me like he lost Racheal was more than evident. I was struggling to stay quiet about it, but I could read him like an open book. In order to appease him, I stuck to light house work and stopped working outside when my stomach continued to grow.

  My hands brushed over my large belly and I smiled softly, rubbing the taut skin and humming a soft lullaby. My baby had given me a new lease on life. I was excited to be a mother and eager to meet my child. Regina was sleeping soundly in the crib as I washed the vegetables that Connor and the farmhand had brought in. Now that I was banned from farm work, we relied on a young boy to help us.

  The sound of a cow bell ringing caught my ear. It sounded as if the cow was much further from the barn than it should have been. I frowned and set the carrot in the sink and dried my hands on my apron. I made my way outside and was surprised to find one of the young milking cows near the edge of the farm. There was a steep slope there and I was afraid the poor thing might go over the edge.

  I clicked my tongue, but the cow didn’t come. It just chewed on a fresh patch of grass. As I got closer I realized she was fastened to a tree. It was strange that someone would tie her up so close to that ledge. I frowned a little but undid the cow and started to lead her away. When I heard a twig snap I turned around just in time to see Ariel jump from the trees, arms extended.

  She shoved me back towards the ledge, her fingers tangled in my dress. “You’re going to regret ever coming here!” she screamed, pushing me back.

  I stumbled and grabbed her arms, trying desperately to keep from going over the edge, but it was no use. Ariel was taller than me and she had caught me by surprise. I had no defense so I started screaming, hoping to drawn the attention of the farmhand or Connor.

  “Ariel! Please don’t do this!” I gasped, my heels meeting the ledge.

  The drop wasn’t too far down, but it was enough to do damage to a pregnant woman. Ariel’s eyes were raging and full of hatred; I had never seen so much anger or malice in one person’s eyes. Her teeth were clenched and her hair was a wild mess around her face.

  “I’m going to get rid of you and take Connor for myself! Things would have worked out if you never showed up!” she screamed wildly.

  She was delusional and jealous, but this didn’t seem like the best time to bring up either of those things. Panic was welling up inside of me and I didn’t know what to do, but I knew I had to try and protect my baby at any cost.

  “Ariel. We can talk about this. We can talk through this! Connor’s heart will shatter if he loses another baby! You can’t do this to him! It will crush him,” I tried to reason with her. “If you truly love him, you can’t hurt him like this.”

  For a moment, her face softened and she looked as if she might let me go, but then the crazed look come to her eyes again. She just smiled softly and cocked her head to one side.

  “He’ll thank me for this one day,” she whispered before giving a final shove.

  I tumbled backwards into the bramble, the branches scratching my face on the way down. I curled around myself, trying to protect my belly from the impact. I didn’t fall far, but when I hit the ground I heard the distinct sound of bones snapping. My head hit the ground and my vision began to swim.

  The last thing I remember was the sound of Connor yelling for help and a warm stickiness pooling between my legs. I didn’t have to see it to know it was blood.

  Chapter Eight

  I don’t know how long I was out. The world seemed to fade in and out as I was carried from the small ravine I had fallen into. I remembered Connor’s warmth and his manly scent. I remembered hearing his voice shake as he carried me, running through town and screaming for the doctor. People gathered around me, trying to stop the bleeding even as Connor rushed me into the doctor’s home.

  As I started to come to I blinked against the blinding light, groaning and turning my head to the side. The doctor clicked his tongue as he wrapped one of my arms with bandages and splints.

  “You had a nasty fall young lady. You’re lucky you only broke your arm,” he said.

  I reached my good arm up towards the light, groaning and shifting from side to side. “Where is Connor?” I whispered, looking around for my love.

  When he finally came into view, a smile started to spread across my face. It was so good to see him. I felt dizzy, but I knew it would all be okay as long as he was there. He reached out and held my cheeks in his hand, his eyes glassy with unshed tears.

  “What were you doing by the ravine?” he whispered. I could tell he wanted to shake me and I was thankful that he refrained.

  Suddenly I remembered. “My baby! Is that baby ok?”

  “Your baby is fine, Mrs. Wright. It was a close call, but you seem to have managed to fall in a way that did no harm to the baby.”

  Relief flooded every inch of my body and I took a deep breath, though I wasn’t off the hook just yet. I could still see the fear and upset in my husband’s eyes. I sat up slowly and held my hands out to Connor. “Help me sit up.”

  Connor did as I asked and helped me sit up. “Sara why we
re you by the ravine?” he asked again, his voice softer this time. He was doing his best to keep himself under control.

  I groaned and put a hand to my forehead. “One of the cows was in the brush and I wanted to get her away from the ledge,” I told him. Connor started to speak but I stopped him. “Ariel came out of the trees and she pushed me,” I finished, my heart aching.

  “Ariel did this?” he roared, standing up.

  “Yes,” I said, sounding for more hurt than angry. I didn’t want to be angry with the woman. She was so sad and lost in this world. I knew it was the only reason she had attempted to do such a horrendous thing.

  Connor was shaking with anger and my head throbbed desperately. His hands were drawn into clenched fists and his teeth with grinding against one another. He was beyond furious. I knew that some of his anger was fear, but he wouldn’t recognize that. All he could see was red and I knew it. Ariel had gone too far and I should have been just as angry.

  Maybe if my baby had been hurt, I wouldn’t have been willing to forgive her, but something in my soul told me that anger wasn’t what was needed here. I felt a warm spirit fill my chest and it was as if God was instructing me. Anger would only make things worse. In order to fix this, we needed to forgive.

  Connor clearly wasn’t getting the same guidance I was because he was quivering with rage. The doctor was finishing up with my arm and glanced between us.

  “Perhaps it’s time to get the law involved, Mr. Wright,” the doctor suggested, wrapping up the last bit of my arm.

  I looked down at the fractured limb and then up at Connor. He snatched his hat off a lonely chair and walked towards the door. “I don’t need the law,” he growled angrily.