Rebel Heart

by LK Farlow

  I wrap my arms around Brock’s neck, and he dips me low, claiming my lips with his, and all I can think is…if this is what forever feels like, sign me the fuck up.

  THE END.

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  The summer before my senior year of high school I had only one goal: to make Alden Warner see me as more than his best friend’s annoying little sister.

  Finally, my wish came true and he noticed me. In a big way. Too bad that the next morning he had no memory of our night together, leaving me heartbroken, and as I later discovered…pregnant.

  For the last four years, I’ve been rocking the single mom thing, making sure my daughter comes first. In fact, everything is going fine—until Alden storms back into my life, as my new boss.

  His reappearance wasn’t something I planned for. Add my nosy, meddlesome three-year-old and an overprotective brother, and I’m obviously in way over my head.

  My only hope now is that I can sway Alden to see things my way…but you know what they say about the best laid plans…

  To my testes…they say the triangle is the strongest shape and nature, and with y’all by my side, I know that shit’s true.

  Lo, you get me like no other. You’re my soul sister from another mother and another mister. I abso-fucking-lutely adore you and value your friendship like you couldn’t believe. Love you forever and then some. #Tripod4Life

  Heather, gah! How lame would my life be without you? LAME AF. You’re hands down one of the most real and selfless people I know. You’re an angel with the mouth of a sailor and I’m proud to call you my friend. #Tripod4life

  Joy, I’m so glad we’re friends. I can always count on you to be real with me and I love bouncing ideas around with you.

  Jodie, I absolutely adore you. Our talks always make me smile. <3

  Dani, guuuuurl. To the moon and back, okay? Seriously, you’re my boo thang and I lurve you.

  Jennifer Van Wyk, you make my soul happy. You’re such a light and I’m so glad to have you in my life.

  Kiezha, as always, your edits are on point.

  Ellie McLove, I’m so damn thrilled to have you on my team. Your edits are so much yes.

  Jules, you always manage to dish up the most perfect covers. Thank you for your patience with me. And thank you so much for being there for me when I really needed someone. It means the world to me.

  Megan and Harloe, you ladies are everything good and right in this world and I’m blessed to count y’all as friends.

  To my betas: Allyson, Dani, Hopey, Joy, & Kaffy…thank you ladies for being the very first eyes on Brock and AJ. You support, eagle eyes, and sharp minds means the world to me.

  To all my DND babes, <3

  And most of all, to the bloggers and readers who pick up my books…THANK YOU! SERIOUSLY, THANK YOU! Your support is everything to me.

  LK Farlow (A.K.A Kate) is a small town girl with a love for words. She’s been writing stories and poems for as long she can remember. A Southern girl through and through, Kate resides in beautiful, sunny LA—that’s Lower Alabama, y’all—with her amazing husband and three wonderful children. When she’s not writing, you can find her snuggled up on the couch watching nature documentaries while she crochets or with her nose in a book. All Kate really wants in this life is her family happy, strong coffee, a good book and more Happily Ever After’s

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  CHAPTER ONE

  CASH

  Tonight’s the night. I’ve got everything planned to a T. I made sure to take off early from work so that I could get to the house before she did to set everything up. I’ve got her favorite Italian food from Luigi’s riding shotgun. I have candles and her favorite flowers, lilies, to place all around the dining room table—and the bed.

  But more important than any of that is the black velvet box—you know, the ring-holding kind—that’s tucked into my front pocket.

  I park my truck down the street so that if she happens to come home early, she won’t know I’m here. Gathering everything up, I head toward the house, my arms full and a spring in my step.

  It’s so damn gorgeous this time of year—cool October mornings and just a hair past warm at midday. Maybe Kayla will want to plan the wedding for this time next year. I pause at the sound of my phone ringing in my pocket. Shuffling the items I’m hauling, I carefully slide my phone from my pocket. Seeing that it’s my brother, I swipe to answer the call.

  “Jake, what’s up?”

  “Cash.” He sighs. “Are you sure you want to do this?” He’s never been very pro-Kayla. Come to think of it, none of my family is. Friends either, for that matter.

  “I’m sure. She’s been so off lately. Distant. This’ll get us back on the right path.”

  “Bro, don’t rush into something just because you think she wants it. You’re smarter than that.”

  “Jake, I got this.” I huff, and my annoyance comes through loud and clear. “I’m not rushing shit. We’ve been together six years. She’s probably just pissy because I’ve taken so damn long to ask.” His reply is nothing more than a grumble.

  My steps falter when I see Kayla’s car in the driveway. What’s she doing home already? “Hey, Jake? Let me call you back,” I mumble as I slide my key into the lock.

  “Kayla?” I call out. No answer. What the hell? I hear noise coming from the back of the house—in the direction of our bedroom—and my heart drops like lead into my stomach.

  I can feel it, soul-fucking-deep. Something’s not right.

  I shoulder the door open, and there she is. In our bed, head thrown back in ecstasy, someone else’s hands gripping her thick hips as she cries out his name. This can’t be real. This can’t be happening. They’re so into each other, they don’t even notice me.

  “What the fuck?” I shout. Kayla’s head whips toward me, and Kevin—assuming the name she was chanting is his—sits up so fast that she falls back onto her ass. “WHAT THE FUCK?” I roar again. Because, really, what else is there to say?

  Kevin’s eyes slide from Kayla to me and back again. “Kay, what’s your brother doing here?” Kay? Dude has a nickname for MY girlfriend? She just blinks, tears welling.

  “Your brother?” I grit out. “Your fucking brother?” Kevin looks genuinely confused. “I’m here, Kevin, because this is my house. That’s what I’m doing here.”

  “Babes, I had no clue your brother was in town, or I would have suggested my place.” Kayla looks a little green, her eyes darting rapidly around the room like she’s looking for an exit. Tough luck, babes.

  “I’m not her brother,” I hiss at Kevin, who is clearly not the sharpest tool in the shed.

  Kayla’s given up on her escape plan and has devolved to crying. You know, that raccoon eyes, ugly kind of crying.

  “Bro, just chill.” The douche tries to pacify me. “I’ll be on my way, and you guys can talk.”

  I shake my head, my face a mask of cool indifference. “Nah, bro, nothing to talk about.” Storming over to the closet, I fling open the door and grab my overnight bag, throwing God knows what into it. Hopefully, enough shit to last me the weekend. “I’m outta here.”

  She’s sobbing uncontrollably into the sheets, refusing to look at either of us. But I have this nagging feeling that it’s all for show. “Ca–Cash. K–Kevin, I c–can explain—”

  “Nothin’ to explain, Kayla. Dinner’s on the table. Enjoy it.” Or choke on it. I keep that thought to myself, though. “We’ll deal with shit w
hen I’m ready. Don’t call.” I snatch my bag up off the floor and head back the way I came, slamming the front door as I go, leaving my house—our house. The house I’d spent the last three years in, with her. The house we talked about raising kids in. Jesus. How did I miss this? I was ready to get down on one fucking knee. Guess she saved me the trouble by getting on both of hers.

  ***

  After hours of aimless driving, I finally decide to grab a room at King’s Motor Lodge. A lumpy mattress sounds better than hearing the inevitable ‘I told you so’ I’d get crashing on a friend’s couch. The room is the size of a large closet, with dingy brown carpet and faded, peeling wallpaper. A mothball mixed with air freshener scent surrounds me as I drop down onto the bed and check my phone—two missed calls from my mom and three from Jake, along with a slew of text messages. Not a thing from Kayla. I know I told her not to call, but damn. I swipe away the notifications and dial my brother. It’s time to face the music.

  “Cashmere,” Jake chirps into the phone. Goddamn, I hate that nickname. “So, did the tr—I mean Kayla—say ‘yes’?”

  “Nope,” I offer, knowing how much he hates single-word replies. Serves the asshole right for calling me Cashmere.

  “Seriously, bro. I’ve been trying to reach you for hours. Don’t leave me hangin’.”

  I inhale deeply through my nose, trying to gather my thoughts, and then launch into a play-by-play of everything that went down tonight.

  “I’m so sorry, Cash. Never did like her, but I didn’t think she was that . . .”

  “Man, I didn’t even see it coming,” I whisper into the phone. My voice breaks, utterly defeated. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to do now.”

  “What do you mean, you don’t know what to do? Pack your shit and head to Dogwood. Come home, Cash.”

  “Right, because it’s just that easy. I can totally just throw my shit into the back of my truck and move. I have obligations here, Jake. I can’t just up and move because Kayla fucked me over.”

  “Wasn’t you she was fucking, Cash.”

  “Thanks, Jake. Because that isn’t still fresh in my mind,” I snarl.

  “Check yourself. I know you’re pissed, but don’t take it out on me.”

  I huff out a harsh breath. “I know. I’m sorry. I’m so damn angry.”

  We both know he isn’t the problem. Kayla is. And maybe I am too. How could I have been so blind? I jump up from the bed and start pacing the small room, trying to get a grip on the rage building inside me.

  “I bet you are. If Paige ever . . . Jesus. Do you know how long? Not like that matters. Once is enough.”

  “It was definitely more than once. I can feel it.” My eyes are watering, but I refuse to let the tears spill. Man up, Cash. “I wasted all this time. I had plans, a vision, and she shot it all to hell. What am I gonna do, Jake?” I fish the ring box out of my pocket and just stare at it. I was so damn convinced this little box was the key to my future—our future. What a joke. I slam it down onto the small table by the door and zone back in on my brother’s words.

  “Listen, here’s the plan. You’re gonna talk to her.” I start to interrupt him, but he just keeps on. “Sucks, I know, but it has to be done. Y’all are going to get shit sorted with the house and the lease. Then you’re going to pack up and come home. Stay here, or at Mom’s, or Drake’s, until you figure out a plan. You have options. Use them. You know you can do some work from here. That’s the joy of self-employment. Stop overthinking. You can’t change what happened, you hear me?”

  “Yeah, I hear you. I’ll call you in a few days and let you know what’s up. Thanks, brother.”

  I know I need to call my mom. And Kayla. I rub my hand down my face, the full weight of my exhaustion settling in. I toss my phone down beside the little black box and collapse into the rickety chair next to it as a cloud of dust floats up around me.

  Tomorrow. I’ll call them tomorrow.

  ***

  The sound of someone knocking wakes me, and I stumble as I walk to check the door, my muscles stiff from sleeping in that damn chair all night. I look through the peephole and there she is. Kayla. How in the hell did she know where to find me?

  “Cash, I know you’re in there!” Seriously, how does she know I’m here? “Open the door, Cash. We need to talk.” She sounds angry, and that’s just fuel to my fire. What right does she have to be mad?

  “How the hell did you know where to find me?” I whisper-shout at her through the crack in the door.

  “Open up and I’ll tell you, Cash.”

  “You can tell me now.”

  “I checked your bank account. Your room here was the last charge.”

  “You’ve got some nerve.” I throw open the door, ready to tear into her. My outrage over her checking my bank account takes a backseat when I see what looks like all of my belongings shoved into garbage bags piled around her feet. “What the fuck is all of this?”

  “Your stuff from the house,” she says slowly. Like saying it slow clarifies anything. So, I ask her again, and she sighs like she’s being inconvenienced. “Look, Cash, obviously, we weren’t working out. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it.” Her tone is so fucking nonchalant, like she’s telling me the goddamn weather.

  “You’ve been meaning to talk to me about us . . . ‘not working out’? Are you kidding me right now?” I pinch the bridge of my nose in an effort to control my temper. A few people are staring at us from the parking lot, so I usher her inside, not in the mood to carry this conversation out in front of an audience.

  I park myself back in the chair I slept in while she perches on the edge of the bed. “Cash, I’m not happy. I haven’t been for a long time.”

  I stare at her in disbelief. “So, you cheated?”

  “I met Kevin, and he just sparked something in me. I–I don’t know how to explain it, and even if I could, I doubt you’d understand. He just has this passion for me, and it—”

  “Stop!” I cut her off, not wanting to hear any more. “Almost seven damn years down the drain. How long have you been seeing him?”

  “Three years.” I stare at her in disbelief. Who is this girl in front of me?

  “You know what? Fuck this, you, all of it. You can go.” She doesn’t move an inch. “Get out, Kayla!”

  “Cash, be reasonable, we still need to talk.”

  “Be reasonable? REASONABLE? I’m about three years past reasonable,” I roar, my temples throbbing from the adrenaline rushing through me. “I bought a goddamn ring, Kayla. I was going to propose. We had an entire life planned together, and y–you blindside me with this—with him.” It’s then she notices the ring box on the table. Her eyes flick from it, then over to me, from me to her left hand, and then back to me. My eyes follow hers, guiding me straight to the ring on her left hand. A ring I didn’t put there. My brain can’t seem to catch up with what’s happening.

  “I love him. We’re getting married, Cash. I already talked to our landlord, and he’s allowing us to break the lease. Something about a commercial offer on the house. It’s over. We’re over.”

  My fucking world implodes. I drop my head into my hands to hide the tears trailing down my cheeks. “Just go.”

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