by Mari Carr
Triple Beat
Mari Carr
Triple Beat
Copyright 2015 Mari Carr
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Epilogue
Big Easy
About the Author
Waiting for You
Other Titles by Mari Carr
Triple Beat
Mari Carr
Dani was 17 years old when she ran from New Orleans like a thief in the night. With no idea where she was going or how she'd survive, she was certain of just one thing—she'd never again step foot in the Big Easy. Now, time and circumstances have made her a liar. After twelve long years, her beloved foster family, the Lewises, have tracked her down. And so has the very person who drove her away—her father.
Together with her best friends, Aiden and Bryson, Dani is standing at the precipice of success. Their band, Closing Time, has just signed with a major label and their star is on the rise. But Dani can't enjoy any kind of future while constantly looking over her shoulder, waiting for the past to catch up. It's time to return to New Orleans…time to confront the face that's always haunted her nightmares.
Aiden and Bryson have long suspected Dani is hiding something, some dark secret she refuses to confide. When she leaves Nashville without a word, they follow. How can they not? What they feel for her…what they want from her…won't allow them to let Dani face her demons alone. Whether she's ready to believe it or not, over the years, the men have come to know a few things for certain: they're stronger as a trio. And three hearts beat better as one.
Warning: This book contains a painful scene of abuse from 15-year-old Dani's past. Not for the faint of heart.
Prologue
He sat at the end of the bar with his baseball cap pulled low over his face. Not that he needed to worry. The Lewis family had never seen him and even if they had, he looked a lot different now than he used to.
He’d grown a long beard to hide the scar he’d gotten in prison when his cellmate took exception to him stealing a cigarette and came at him with a fork in the cafeteria. They’d done a quick, shitty stitch job in the infirmary, and then sent him back to his cell. His attacker had been moved to other accommodations. Even so, he’d wear the reminder of that poor decision on his face for the rest of his life.
For twelve long years, he’d bided his time, looking for her. He’d done another stint behind bars for assault and battery after he’d beaten the shit out of the arrogant asshole who’d tried to repossess his car. They’d tacked on a robbery charge after he’d relieved the stupid prick of his wallet. That second time in prison had slowed down his search for her, but he was free again and determined that this time, nothing would stop him.
He took a sip of the beer he’d ordered, keeping his eyes on one man.
Jett Lewis. To the rest of the world, he was a bestselling author. To him, he was a means to an end.
This man was his best chance for finding his missing daughter. For four painstaking months, he’d been following Jett, careful to maintain enough distance that the man never spotted him, while keeping his ears and eyes open for mention of her.
Where Jett was, he was. As a result, he’d become a regular at the Royal Lunch. He’d been here often enough that no one seemed to take much notice of him anymore. Jett was fucking the bartender, a sexy little brunette he wouldn’t mind sticking it to a time or twenty. Of course, the little money-grubber would never glance his way now that she had her hands on Mr. Big Shot Writer’s cock and bank account.
He glanced around the room, wondering if he was taking too big a risk this time. The place was crowded. Most of the Lewis clan was here, celebrating something. While he didn’t think anyone would recognize him, it would be stupid to blow his cover.
Besides, their happiness was annoying as shit. It was giving him a headache. He’d almost convinced himself to pay the tab and split when another man came in.
Jett visibly stiffed, which caught his attention.
“Who is it?” he heard the bartender slut ask.
Jett didn’t answer her question. Instead, he walked over to greet the man.
His ears perked up when he heard Jett ask, “You found something?”
The stranger nodded and passed over a file folder. Jett opened it, scanning the single sheet of paper inside.
“Is that her?” the stranger asked.
Jett nodded as an old woman—his busybody bitch of a mother—made her way across the room quickly.
“What’s wrong?” Mrs. Lewis asked.
Jett handed his mother the photograph. “It’s Dani, Mama. She’s alive and well and in Nashville.”
The man grinned. Jackpot.
He’d found her.
And this time, things would end much differently than they had before.
This time, they were going to finish what they’d started.
Chapter One
Dani Lewis turned onto the highway and settled in for the long, lonely eight-hour drive from Nashville to New Orleans. She hadn’t been back to Louisiana since she’d stumbled across the state line in the dead of night twelve years earlier. At the time, she had promised herself she’d never step foot in the Big Easy ever again.
So much for that vow.
She fiddled with the radio, looking for a station actually playing music versus the nonstop barrage of commercials, or deejays who loved the sound of their own voices a little too much. When she found nothing of interest, she switched the damn thing off and let the silence come in.
Unfortunately, with nothing to distract her, memories started to reemerge and form, playing in her mind like a flashback montage in a movie. Good and bad things converged until she was helpless to stop any of it, everything closing in on her at once.
Typically she pushed away thoughts of the past, burying all the horrible stuff deep, even at the expense of happier times. She couldn’t seem to separate the two, so she simply chose to forget it all.
This trip was going to bring it back again. Because of that, Dani would be smart to let the memories come. Force herself to face the tougher things so that she was prepared for what awaited her in New Orleans.
For the four-gazillionth time, she wondered if she should have told Aiden and Bryson where she was going. And just like the three gazillion, n
ine hundred and ninety-nine times before, she decided she’d been right to keep them in the dark.
If she had told them, she would have had to confess to lying to them about everything from day one. She never wanted to hurt them that way. Never wanted them to think she didn’t trust them. She did. There were just some things she’d worked very hard to bury. Dani had no desire to resurrect the victim she’d once been. She was dead and gone and, with any luck, she’d put the final nail in that coffin this weekend.
Of course, even if she had confessed to Aiden and Bryson the truth about her childhood, she didn’t doubt for a minute that her wonderful, loving, amazing best friends would have insisted on coming to New Orleans with her. She couldn’t let them do that.
Couldn’t put them in harm’s way.
The highway was quiet this late at night, the endless expanse of asphalt stretching out before her. At the end of the line were two emotions. The first was a fear so powerful and overwhelming, it was almost tangible. But she also felt utter, indescribable joy and excitement over the prospect of being reunited with her beloved foster family.
She’d been shocked when Jett had contacted her two months earlier. Apparently, he had hired a private investigator to find her. The fact that the family had cared so much and gone to such lengths to locate her touched Dani more than words could say.
Hearing Jett’s voice on the phone the first time had taken her so much by surprise that she’d had to sit down, her knees too weak to hold her up. She remembered every word they had said.
***
She jumped slightly as her home phone rang. Most people had her cell number these days, which meant no one called her landline except politicians on the election trail and telemarketers. She’d been meaning to get rid of the landline once and for all, but as a woman living alone, she felt safer with it.
She considered not answering, but reached for the receiver anyway.
“Hello?”
“Dani?”
Dani stood frozen at the kitchen counter. She set down the knife, forgetting about the tomato she had been chopping for her salad the instant she heard her name. She knew the voice, but her head kept telling her she had to be wrong. It couldn’t be. “Yes.”
“I found you. God. I can’t believe it. Your voice is the same. Exactly the same.”
“So is yours.”
He laughed. “I just started talking, didn’t I? Didn’t even remember to say what I’d practiced.”
Dani laughed as well, despite the fact her heart was racing a million miles an hour. “You practiced?”
She stumbled clumsily to the kitchen table, dropping down into a chair. She couldn’t quite wrap her head around the fact she was talking to Jett Lewis. While most of the world heard that name and thought “author”, Dani only thought “brother”.
“Yep. Wasn’t sure if you’d be happy to hear from me or not. I was nervous.”
“Jett…” She paused. For two years, he’d been her best friend, her confidante, her savior. If anyone should be nervous, it was her. She was the one who’d run and cut him off without a word…for twelve years. Wasn’t he pissed off at her for that?
Somehow, she found enough voice to say, “I’m so happy you called me.”
She could almost hear his smile through the phone when he said, “Thank God. I missed you, Dani. So much.”
“I missed you too.”
***
They’d spoken for almost two hours that night. Dani had tried to explain why she’d left, but in the end, Jett didn’t want an explanation. Or an apology. He just wanted to get to know the adult she’d become, to have his sister back.
The Lewis family had opened their home and their arms to her at the lowest point of her life. They’d shown her compassion and what it meant to belong to a loving family. For twenty-three blissful months, she’d been a part of that.
Then she’d run. She thought she’d lost them forever when she left, but Jett had made it perfectly clear she couldn’t get rid of them that easily. She’d laughed, grateful he couldn’t see the happy tears his words had provoked.
Since then, he had called her at least a dozen times. At first it was just to catch up, and then he started pressuring her to come to New Orleans for a visit. While he had told his family he’d found her in Nashville, he hadn’t told them he’d made contact with her. He was keeping that part a secret. Jett, the king of overactive imaginations and lover of pranks, had created this entire scenario where he would throw a surprise reunion at the traditional Lewis family Sunday dinner. He wanted Dani to simply walk in one Sunday and reclaim her seat at the table.
Dani had to admit the plan appealed to her a great deal. There was nothing she wanted more than to sit at Mama Lewis’ table again.
At first, she’d put him off. Not because she didn’t want to see them, but because her work schedule was insane.
Two things had changed her mind about the reunion in New Orleans.
First, Closing Time, the band she’d formed with Aiden and Bryson, had signed a recording contract with a major label, and there was no way she was going to be able to continue hiding in plain sight. New name or not, her face was the same.
Aiden and Bryson had been dreaming about a deal like this, but Dani wasn’t quite as overjoyed. So far, a lot of their performing had taken place in Nashville or smaller cities along the East Coast. She’d managed to keep them out of New Orleans. Hell, they’d avoided the entire state of Louisiana. And she’d taken special pains to make sure she was always in the shadows whenever it came to the media, letting Aiden and Bryson take the lead in interviews for local channels or magazine articles.
The guys had chalked up her reticence to shyness, though she’d seen them struggle with that explanation because she had no problem performing on stage or holding her own in social settings without cameras. She sure as hell couldn’t tell them she was lying low, hiding from an abusive father they thought was long dead, so she’d let them find their own explanations for her strange behavior.
Of course, that was a moot point now. And was actually her second reason for returning to New Orleans. Her father had found her.
It had started a month or so earlier, when she’d opened her mailbox to find a letter addressed to Dani Patton. She’d never experienced such bone-shaking terror as when she opened it to find a single piece of paper written in her dad’s scrawl.
All it said was “Gotcha.”
Dani had stared at the message until the word blurred, then she’d picked up the phone to call Jett. He’d told her to lock the door and check the windows. He’d even suggested she call the police, but Dani hadn’t gone quite that far. The letter had a Louisiana postmark, which had eased her mind a little bit. Plus she’d come home to pack. Mercifully, she, Aiden and Bryson had been headed to Branson, Missouri, for a three-night gig. Jett only calmed down once she told him her bandmates would be there soon and the three of them would be heading out of town.
However, she’d returned home to two more letters. Each letter was ominously threatening and sparse. One had said, “Come home” and the other, “You can’t run forever.”
She had always known deep inside that her father would never stop looking for her, and for that reason, she’d spent twelve years looking over her shoulder, searching the shadows for the evil man.
Dani recalled the last time she’d seen him. While she’d been able to block out so many bad memories, this was the one that never left her, that caused her to wake up in a cold sweat night after night.
The image of her father’s face, the sound of his hateful voice, were emblazoned on her brain and stuck on auto-repeat.
***
Russell Patton looked over his shoulder at the social worker and police officer who stood at the end of the room. They were far enough away that they couldn’t hear, but close enough to get to Dani should she call out for them. Despite the thick glass between her and her dad, Dani didn’t feel safe. He’d clearly put on quite a repentant show to set up this meeting.
After his sentencing, she had taken the first real breath she’d had in nearly three years—since before her mother’s death.
Dani sat on the edge of the hard metal chair, wishing she were anywhere but here. She clasped her hands together in her lap tightly, surprised by how cold they were. It wasn’t particularly cool in the prison visiting room. In fact, it was muggy, humid. None of that heat penetrated the chill that had taken up residence in her bones, ever since she’d heard her father had requested to see her.
The social worker and Mrs. Lewis had assured her the decision was hers, but Dani knew better. Knew there would be hell to pay if she ignored this summons, even if it was wrapped up in a pretty bow of lies. The social worker had bought into her dad’s concerned-father act, falling hook, line and sinker for his it-was-the-alcohol and I-love-my-daughter bullshit.
She watched the small bead of sweat that trickled from Dad’s receding hairline and along his stubbled jaw.
“You know I got four years.” His voice was low, almost a whisper.
She nodded, forcing herself to hold his gaze. She had learned that it was never wise to look afraid in front of her father. He preyed on fear, took pleasure in provoking terror in weaker souls.
“But I’m going to be out in two.”
Dani knew that as well. The lawyer had tried to explain something about time served and the judge suspending part of the sentence. None of it made sense. When she’d heard the four-year sentencing, her only thought had been that’s not long enough. Then she found out it would be two years and she’d had to excuse herself to go to the bathroom to throw up.
“You’re going to pay for that, Dani.”
She glanced over her shoulder, hoping the others had heard, but they’d begun their own conversation, giving Dani only a cursory glance from time to time.