This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. Any resemblance of actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.
Copyright © 2014 Jeanne McDonald
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First Edition: July 2014
Edited by: Amy Gamache with Rose David Editing
Cover Design by: Jada D’Lee Designs
Book Formatting by: Jo Matthews with Written Elegance
Cover image by: InnervisionArt via Shutterstock
ISBN-13: 978-1311410603
For Penny:
Thank you for all of your love and encouragement.
I love you, my friend.
Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Acknowledgements
About the Author
Where to Find Her
Other Works
Prologue
“It’s about time you picked up the phone. I’ve been calling for days.”
“So?” My response expressed my exact feelings. I didn’t care.
“So, I can’t keep covering for you. Dad’s been asking where you are. Mom says you won’t return her calls. Clients are complaining that you’re avoiding them, and please, for the love of God, tell me this crap that Olivia’s telling Morgan is B.S.. She’s not pregnant, is she?” Gavin rattled.
“She is,” I slurred, my gut clenching in agony. It was hard to admit that the one thing I really wanted to be a lie was, in fact, the truth.
“Fuck,” my brother breathed.
“Yup.”
With a bottle in hand, I lifted myself up off my cold bedroom floor, stumbling in the process. I reached for the bed to steady myself, nearly dropping my cell phone. “Dammit,” I groaned. It was either the phone or the bottle and I wasn’t about to lose the bottle. It was my escape; even if it didn’t drown out the ache in my chest.
“Jesus, Drew, are you drunk?”
“Duh!” I exclaimed, tapping the tip of my nose, as if Gavin could see me.
The room was spinning. The metallic taste on my tongue urged me to expunge the contents of my stomach. Instead, I gulped down the remainder of the bottle, tossed it to the floor, and watched as it shattered into a million pieces. Half standing, half squatting, I rested my hand on the corner of my bed, steadying myself. When I knew I was stable enough, I stumbled to the nightstand and grabbed my keys. The sound of glass crunched under the soles of my shoes.
“Little brother, you can’t do this again.”
I hesitated, afraid of losing my balance, “Do what?”
“Lose yourself. I can’t watch you go down this road again.”
“This isn’t like before. I’m in complete control.”
“You don’t sound like it.”
The room continued to spin. I braced myself against the doorjamb to keep from toppling over. “I am, but I can’t lose her!” I cried, rubbing my hand over my face. “My fault. All my fault.” Twisting the doorknob, I stumbled out of the bedroom toward the stairs. “She’s leaving for Texas, and I have to stop her.”
“What? Who’s leaving for Texas?”
“Mickie!” I bellowed. “She’s leaving.” I rubbed my hand over my face in frustration. “I’ve got to stop her! She can’t leave me.”
“Olivia’s friend?” he asked, clearly confused.
“Not Olivia’s friend. My girl. She’s my girl. Not Olivia’s.” My stomach gurgled, reminding me that the liquor was wreaking havoc on my insides.
Gavin was silent, but I could hear each breath he took. “You and McKenzie,” he whispered. “I should’ve known.” He exhaled. “Drew, listen to me, we can fix this. I’ll help you, but you have to tell me everything.”
“No time. Must stop her,” I hiccupped, “from leaving.”
“Okay. Do me a favor. Don’t go anywhere. I’ll be right there.”
I lurched forward, almost falling flat on my face. “Too late.”
“Dammit, Drew! Don’t you dare drive like this. Either wait for me, or go get Wyatt, but promise me you won’t drive like this.”
“Stop her, I must,” I laughed like Yoda, but it came out sounding more like Fozzy the Bear.
“Really? You’re imitating Yoda at a time like this?”
“One with the force, I am.”
Gavin groaned, “I’m on my way. Just stay put.”
My laughter disappeared. “No!” I screamed, floundering down the stairs. “I told you, I have to stop her. I need her. I love her!”
Everything around me seemed to stop moving. Even the drunken spinning of the room came to a complete halt. I was clear-headed when it came to this point. McKenzie couldn’t leave me. I needed her. What I was about to face was hell, and without her, well, I knew I’d do more than fall off the wagon. Through the phone, I could hear the sound of a car door slamming shut and an engine firing up. Gavin was in fact on his way.
“Drew, I’m serious. Stay where you are. I’ll be there in a few minutes. If you’re going to see McKenzie, I’m coming with you. I refuse to let you drive like this. After we’re done there, we’ll get you help.”
“I don’t need help!” I yelled. “I need her.”
The roar of the engine flowed through the phone as I continued to topple down the stairs.
“You love her?” Gavin sounded shocked by that fact. Not that I was surprised by his reaction. I’d sworn I’d never love again. Love sucks. It kicks you in the balls when you’re down. McKenzie wasn’t supposed to happen. I wasn’t supposed to fall in love again, and I definitely never intended to get Olivia pregnant.
To make matters worse, I couldn’t even remember the last time I had sex with Olivia. According to her, we screwed around during our last real date night, but I couldn’t tell you if that was true or not. All I remember of that night was I went out with Olivia, fully intending on breaking things off with her. My day alone with McKenzie made me realize I couldn’t continue with Olivia when I had feelings developing for McKenzie. Unfortunately, my plans were foiled. Before we walked out the door, Olivia made an offhand comment about McKenzie spending the night with Jared. I lost it. Not that I had any reason to be pissed. It wasn’t as if McKenzie and I were together, but I couldn’t handle the thought of Jared touching her, making love to her. It ate at me. Alcohol was the only way I knew how to expunge those dark feelings. So, for the second time in days, I broke my two years of sobriety, and I drank.
“I love her,” I muttered, rubbing my hand over my face.
“All right, little brother. We’re going to fix this. I’m almost there. We’ll go to her.”
My foot touched the bottom step. I sighed in relief. How I managed to make it down the stairs without breaking my neck or any other bone in the process was a complete miracle.
Comforted by my brother’s promise,
I sat down on the bottom step and swayed. The motion seemed to steady my stomach.
“Drew? You still there?”
“Yeah.”
“I know you answered this already, but is Olivia telling the truth? Is she really pregnant?”
“Yep,” my lips popped.
“Is it yours?”
“To whom else could it belong to?”
“I don’t know. It just,” Gavin sighed, “it doesn’t feel right.”
“Oh, it’s right. Only I could screw things up this badly.”
Gavin sighed. There was nothing he could say. This wasn’t my first major fuck up, and it most likely wouldn’t be my last.
While waiting for my brother, I laid back on the stairs, staring up at the ceiling. I wasn’t drunk enough to blackout, but man, how I wanted to be. At least if I was in an amnesia state, I could forget how much of a mess I’d made of things, as I had so many times before.
Gavin’s quick breathing and the sound of the engine comforted me. I closed my eyes. A single tear trickled down my cheek, and I let it. I had no strength to fight it.
“Drew, I’m at the gate. Can you meet me at the front door?”
“Yeah.” I clambered to my feet. The room started spinning again, but I was determined. I couldn’t let her leave.
“Okay, I’m pulling up now. Let’s go get your girl back.”
I stumbled toward the front door, throwing it open. Gavin’s black Escalade pulled up, just as he said. He rolled down the window. I knew I was fucked up, but the look on Gavin’s face screamed volumes about my appearance.
“Thanks, Gav. You’re always rescuing me.”
A sad smile tilted his thin lips. “That’s what brothers are for.”
“Jesus Christ, Drew! Let me stop the car before you jump out!” Gavin yelled, grabbing at my shirt. But he was too late. I was already out of my seat belt and falling from the car. My feet hit the ground followed by my ass. That didn’t deter me though. I managed to get my drunk self off of the ground and stumbled to her apartment. All of the lights were on, so I knew she was in there.
I banged on the door, full of determination and rum. If she would only talk to me, we could work things out. I didn’t love Olivia. I could never love Olivia. So what if she was carrying my bastard child; I’d take care of the mess I made. Olivia and the baby would never want or need for anything, but that didn’t mean Mickie had to leave. We were prepared to tell Olivia everything. We still could, but McKenzie had to stay!
“Mickie!” I screamed.
“Go away, Drew,” she shouted back through the door.
“Not until you see me,” I slurred. “I love you. You can’t leave me.”
I leaned toward the door, my hands resting on each side of the frame. I hung my head, hoping to alleviate the spinning that was beginning to overwhelm me.
“Don’t make this harder than it has to be,” she pleaded.
The world felt as if it was moving under my feet. It was spinning around and around, taking me with it. My hands gripped the frame tighter in an effort to steady myself.
I glanced down at my appearance and rolled my eyes in annoyance. I should’ve changed before coming to see the woman I loved. My shirt was wrinkled. There were a few pinhead holes near the bottom where I had twisted and pulled on the fabric. My jeans were tattered and dirty. I was a complete mess. No wonder Gavin had given me such a strange look when he picked me up.
“Mickie, I don’t deserve your forgiveness, but I’m begging you. Please don’t leave me.”
I’d made a terrible mistake by avoiding everyone, especially McKenzie, after Olivia’s announcement, but that didn’t mean she had to move away. We could work things out. I’d tell her everything. I’d tell her about Rebecca and Autumn. Very few people knew about them, and if she’d give me the chance, I’d add her to that list.
Losing my daughter was the biggest tragedy of my life. To this day, I blamed myself for what happened to her. It was my fault she died, and that was a burden I’d carry with me until my dying day.
Tears welled in my eyes. I tilted my face upward looking into the peephole, as if I could see her through it. Lost and scared, everything I held dear in my life was about to jet off to Texas and leave me forever.
“Drew, please, go away. I’ve made up my mind. I’m sorry, but there’s nothing you can do to stop me.” Her voice was thick with tears, making my already aching heart break wide open.
Warm hands wrapped around my shoulders. “Little brother, she doesn’t want to see you. Let’s get out of here.”
I laid my head against the cool wood of her door, and shut my eyes, ignoring my brother’s request. The night wind whistled all around me. The longer I stood in the chill of the evening air, the more aggravated I became. She had no right to leave me. So what if I secluded myself from everyone for several days. That meant nothing. She was going to let me in, and we were going to fix this.
With renewed determination, I slammed my fist hard into the door. “God dammit, Mickie. Open the fucking door. I can’t live without you. Can’t you see that?”
“If you really care for me, you’ll go away,” she wept.
“All I’m asking is for a few minutes. Let me see you, please. I need you, Mickie.”
“I can’t.” Each breath she took became more jagged.
“Drew, seriously. We need to go before someone calls the cops.” Gavin tugged on my shoulders, trying to pry me away from the door.
I shrugged him off. “How would you feel if it were Morgan on the other side of that door?”
Gavin turned deathly white in the florescent lighting of the complex. “I’d fight for her,” he admitted.
With a nod of my head, I returned my attention to the door that separated me from my beloved. I rammed my fists against the door again. It vibrated against my hands. “Mickie, if you don’t open this door right now, I swear I’ll break it down.”
“Drew, you heard her. McKenzie needs you to leave,” the authoritative voice of Jared had replaced Mickie’s on the other side of the offensive slab of wood.
I stared at the door, stunned. What the fuck! Jared was here? She would talk to him but not me. That son of a bitch confessed his love for her knowing that she loved me, and yet, there he was sitting all high and mighty in her apartment! Oh, hell, no! There was no way I was going to allow that. My already boiling blood pressure skyrocketed out of orbit.
All I saw was red. That man was locked in that apartment with my girl, and he was going to pay for taking my place. Mickie was mine! I slammed my entire body against the door. It rattled and shook from the blow.
“Let me in now, Jared,” I ordered.
Silence.
“I swear to fucking God, you either let me in, or I’ll break down the door.” An empty threat. Gavin had a grip so tight on me now; there was no way he’d allow me crash into the door again. Besides, the world was spinning so fast, I wasn’t even sure I could walk, let alone break down a door.
The sound of the deadbolt unhinging echoed into the night. I tapped my foot impatiently, waiting for Jared to open the door. First thing I planned to do was to ram my fist into that weasel face of his. The next thing I planned to do was march into the apartment, pull Mickie into my arms and never let her go.
When only a sliver of the door parted, my temper flared again. The rat bastard wasn’t going to let me in. Well, we’d see about that.
“Leave now,” Jared snarled.
“I have to see her.”
There wasn’t much to Jared. He was tall and slender, much like me in build, but I was stronger. Plus, I had Gavin with me. If we enforced enough weight, we could push him over. A ghost of a smirk quivered against my lips. I had this bastard. Taking one step forward, I placed my hands against the door, and shoved with all my might.
“No! She doesn’t want to see you.” Jared’s voice was strained with resistance.
“What the hell are you doing?” Gavin yelled, pulling me back toward him.
I
wiggled free of Gavin’s grip and managed to maneuver my body through the crack in the door before Jared could close it. My eyes darted quickly around the room. Her presence was so strong that I had no issue finding her. She was plastered against the wall behind Jared.
The light from the floor lamp haloed around her head, highlighting the dark circles under her eyes and streams of tears poured down her cheeks. Her beautiful blonde hair was piled high on top of her head and her t-shirt and jeans looked as rumpled as mine did. She was hurting, and I was the cause of her pain. I had to fix it.
Our eyes met, and for a moment my demons were quelled. My beautiful angel was close by. Even in her distressed state, she was absolutely gorgeous and that feeling of warmth that always burned my soul poured through my veins.
I extended my hand out to her, ignoring Jared’s attempts to push me back and Gavin’s grip tugging on me. Just one touch; that was all I needed. “Please,” I mouthed, pleading with her to let me take away the pain.
“Please, Mickie. I can’t imagine never holding you again, loving you again. Please.”
She stepped toward me with her hand outstretched, lifting it to meet mine. Her blue eyes were red and puffy, and she appeared as though she were hypnotized. Then, without warning, she shook her head and snapped her hand back to her chest. Anger, hurt, and sorrow crossed her face in a mask of emotions. She slammed herself against the wall, shaking her head vehemently. Instead of reaching for me, her hands covered her face and her chest heaved in gut-wrenching sobs.
“Baby, I beg you,” I whispered through my own tears. “I love you so much. Let me fix this. I can fix this.”
“Dammit, Drew. Can’t you see what you’re doing to her? You need to go!” Jared looked around me to Gavin. “Get him out of here!”
Naturally, I wanted to fight Jared. How dare he try to step in between Mickie and me like that, but seeing how upset she was, it snapped something inside of me. All the anger I was harboring dissipated into a puff of air. I felt weak and oddly enough, sober.
“Jared, please,” I begged. “I need five minutes alone with her. I need to make her see how much I love her and show her that nothing has to change. I can’t live without her. I know you know how that feels. Please.”
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