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Preface
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Epilogue
Dear Reader,
Acknowledgments
Preface
“Good Lord, are you kidding me today?” I say, standing on the side
of a deserted road in po-dunk Texas, staring at my flat tire. I get
back in my old as dirt SUV and reach for my cell phone. I just moved
here two weeks ago for work—no friends, no family.
I’m due at my eight-year-old daughter’s school in less than
fifteen minutes, but that’s not happening. I open the glove box, pull
out my insurance verification form, and after a quick scan learn I
don’t have roadside assistance. I make a mental list—call a tow
truck, call Violet’s school, and then add roadside assistance to my
insurance policy.
Normally, I’m the type of girl who can take care of her own shit.
But in this moment, I choose to break down in tears. I moved across
the state of Texas, made my daughter change schools and to top it
off, we’re living in a motel until I find a place to rent. Why can’t one
thing work out in my favor?
With my head leaning on the steering wheel and hot tears
streaming down my face, a loud knock at my window makes me
jump. A woman with dark hair tied back in a ponytail and a gray T-
shirt that reads, Mama Bear, stands outside my car. She looks like
the perfect stay-at-home mom with a toddler bouncing on her hip.
Probably not a serial killer. She knocks again, and I roll down my
window.
“Do you need help?”
In my most sarcastic tone, I spit out, “Nope, I’m doing just fine.”
“You sure about that, Honey?” she asks in a sweet as tea Texas
accent.
I shake my head, and blubber, running the back of my hand over
my cheek, “I’m sorry. I’m having a shit day. I need to get my
daughter from school in ten minutes and I have a flat tire. I’m new
in town, so I don’t even know who to call.”
“Bluebonnet Elementary?” She asks, her chocolate eyes open
wide. I nod and she says, “I’m Britt, and this is Hudson. We’re on
our way to Bluebonnet and can give you a ride.”
“Charlotte, nice to meet you,” I say as I shake her hand.
“Charlotte, I’ll call my husband and have him come change your
tire.”
“I—I don’t think I have a spare.” My words come out in a sputter.
“He can take care of that. That’s what big, strong men are for.” I
watch on in admiration as she straps in her toddler while balancing
her phone between her shoulder and ear. She looks like the
quintessential mom. the kind I always aspired to be but was way too
tired to ever become.
“Honey, don’t be mad, but I was on my way to get Lainey from
school, and I saw this lady stranded on the side of the road with a
flat.” She pauses and looks back at me with a sugary sweet smile.
“She’s harmless. Babe, she’s new in town, no family. She doesn’t
have a spare, and she needs to pick up her daughter at Bluebonnet.”
She motions for me to get in the passenger side of her car. “Can you
get a spare and come change her tire? She drives a black Toyota 4-
Runner, it’s on Route 429. I’ll take her to our house, and we’ll wait
for you. Love ya, Honey.” The way she says honey is so quick, like it
has one-syllable not two. “All taken care of. He’ll get you a spare,
change the tire, then he’ll bring you back to your car.”
“You’re so sweet, thank you. I’ll have to repay you.” I’m not sure
how I would do that at this very moment, but surely, I can think of
something.
“Don’t worry about it. We’ll figure something out. Where’d you
move from?”
I’m not prepared to share my life story with a stranger. “Near
Houston.”
She blows a strand of hair out of her face and pulls down the
shade to shield her eyes from the sun. I notice her plump, pink lips
and her flawless skin.
“What brings you to Dripping Springs?”
“Work. I’m opening a brewery in downtown called Moonshine.”
“That’s you? Everyone in town is talking about it.”
Dripping Springs is a small town outside of Austin, growing at
lightning speed. Far too rich for my pocketbook, but the perfect spot
to rake in the money.
“That’s good to hear. I took a big gamble moving here, but the
school has a wonderful program for Violet.”
“Your daughter?”
“Yeah, Vi’s eight, and my oldest daughter, Tessa, is eighteen.
She’s a freshman in college.”
“Wow, you look amazing to have an eighteen-year-old. What’s
your secret?”
“I’m thirty-eight, definitely not a spring chicken. My only secret is
alcohol. Drink enough until you don’t care how old you are.” Our
laughter rings through the car as we pull into the school pickup line.
“Hi, I’m here for Lainey and Violet—” Britt pauses and looks at
me mid- sentence. “What’s her last name?”
“Love.”
“Violet Love,” she says the name like it’s her long-lost friend. Vi
and Lainey buckle in. I look in the rear-view mirror and my heart
skips a beat when I glimpse Violet sitting next to Hudson. They both
have piercing blue eyes with curls that most people have to pay for,
while Lainey looks more like Britt, with straight dark hair and big
chocolate doe eyes. Violet and Hudson could almost pass as siblings.
“Vi, I had a flat tire and thankfully, Miss Britt stopped to help
me.” I smile over at Britt and she smiles up at the rear-view mirror.
Her nose scrunches as she speaks to Violet.
“Hi, Violet, it’s nice to meet you. I’m Britt, that’s my daughter,
Lainey. She goes to Bluebonnet with you. And that little rascal is
Hudson.” Violet’s lips curl into a shy smile. Her eyes fall to the
superhero lunch bag in her lap and her fingers trace over the purple
ribbon that I’ve tied onto the handle.
“Well, here we are,” Britt says.
We pull into a long driveway and begin the descent toward their
family home. The sound of gravel crunching under the tires fills the
car. Finally, we arrive at a huge white farmhouse that looks like
something out of a painting. It looks peaceful and homey, perfect for
Britt’s family. After unloading her minivan, we gather around an
oversized country table set up in the kitchen.
“Lainey, show Violet where the bathroom is and you girls wash
up. It’s snack time,” Britt says, as she straps Hudson into an old
wooden highchair.
“Yes, ma’am,” Lainey responds. Violet doesn’t say anything but
trails behind Lainey.
Britt holds up a pod of coffee and asks, “Coffee?”
“Yes, please. Your home is picturesque.”
“That’s so sweet of you. It was my grandparents’ home. There’s
a never-ending list of projects. Keeps my honey busy.” She winks as
she pops the pod in the Keurig and the room fills with the aroma of
coffee. “Milk and sugar?”
“Milk is fine,” I say, as I examine the refrigerator’s array of stick-
figure drawings and finger-painted flowers. “Violet’s shy. Please don’t
take her silence for being rude.” Violet has social anxiety and her
previous school’s therapist moved to Dripping Springs. It convinced
me to move us here as well.
“Where are y’all staying?”
I let out a deep breath. “For now, a motel. I thought if I moved
my home search out to the country, it might be cheaper, but no such
luck.”
“Yeah, property prices have gotten out of hand over the last few
years. What are you looking for?”
“Nothing too big. Probably just a two-bedroom. I need something
close to the brewery and preferably not too far from the school. I’ll
have to pick Violet up and take her back to work with me.”
“What about you moving here?” Britt asks, as she sits my cup of
coffee on the table. “Well, not here, in our barn. Hear me out. It
looks like a barn from the outside, but we had it converted into an
apartment for my sister-in-law before she ran off to Vegas.”
I raise my eyebrow and my mouth pops open, wanting to ask a
question, but she cuts me off.
“Oh, Lordy, that’s a story for another time. They call it a
barndominium and it’s not a two-bedroom, but it has a loft. I bet
Violet would love the loft. It also has a little patio off the bedroom
that overlooks the ranch. It would be perfect for morning coffee or a
glass of wine in the evenings.”
“Do the horses live downstairs?”
“Oh gracious, no. This place is bigger than it looks. Most of the
work is done on the other side of the ranch. There’s a stable, a real
barn, and a bunkhouse.”
“A bunkhouse?”
“It’s where the ranch hands live. A bunch of bedrooms and they
all share the living area and kitchen; similar to a dormitory.”
“I don’t know about Violet being around a bunch of strange
men.”
“The only people who live there are a married couple, and my
brother-in-law. I promise they’re harmless. Well, my brother-in-law,
he might stop your heart with his big blue eyes.” Her eyebrows flick
twice and her lips twist into a grin.
“I’m immune to big blue eyes,” I reassure her. Specifically, stormy
blue eyes that belong to Cowboys. “How much would you need in
rent?”
“I’m sure we can work something out. I can also get Violet from
school if you need me to.”
“Britt, you might be an angel in disguise,” I tell her.
The girls return to the table and Britt pulls a fruit and cheese tray
out of the refrigerator that looks more like we’re enjoying an
afternoon of wine and cheese than an after-school snack. Britt fills
the girl’s plates, and they begin eating. Then, she places some on
Hudson’s tray and the look on his face seems so familiar. The girls
leave to play Barbies and Britt finally sits down beside me. She is
showing me pictures of the converted barn when her phone rings. I
get a glimpse of a tattooed arm wrapped around Hudson on the
screen. Sadly, it’s the most arm porn I’ve seen in a while.
“Honey, I was getting worried,” she coos into the phone. “Uh-
huh. We’re here.” She props the phone between her ear and her
shoulder, freeing her to stir the crock pot of chili. “Dinner’s on the
stove. Love ya, too.” She ends her call and places her phone face
down. “You’re all fixed up. He’s on his way back. He’ll take you and
Violet to your car after dinner. I made a huge pot of chili.”
“We can’t impose.”
“Don’t be silly. If you’re staying in a motel, I’m sure you’re living
on junk food. Stay and have dinner, then he can take you to your
car.”
Hudson tosses his blueberries on the floor and gives us a smirk.
His thick curls bounce on his head as his hands fly in the air.
“He’s so beautiful,” I say, mesmerized by the little blue-eyed boy.
“He’s something, alright. Charmer, just like his Daddy.” She rolls
her eyes.
Britt gets up and heads to the refrigerator. Her hips are wide
from having from babies and we have the same mommy pooch.
“If we’re going to eat your food, at least let me help, Britt.”
“Can you make the corn bread?” She sits the milk, a carton of
eggs and three packages of Jiffy cornbread on the counter.
On my third chore for the morning, I shovel hay from the trailer to
the feed bin. I toss the pitchfork in the trailer and jump behind the
wheel of the Ranger. On my final stop, I open the chicken coop, dip
the red coffee can in the bucket of feed and spread the corn out
over the ground for the chickens. I gather their eggs in a basket and
head back to the main farmhouse.
“Mornin’ Linc,” My sister-in-law, Britt stands on the back porch,
my nephew propped on her hip.
“Morning, Sis. Brought you some eggs.” With a smile on her face,
she side hugs me. Her hair is pulled back into a ponytail and her
face is uncharacteristically make-up free.
“Oh good. I’ll add them to breakfast,” she says, as she tucks the
basket under her arm and leads me to the kitchen. She places
Hudson into his high-chair and hands him a sippy cup of milk. I
playfully take it from him and pretend to drink from it; causing him
to burst into a fit of giggles.
“Where’s my lazy brother? Still in bed?” I ask as I hand the cup
back to Hudson. I push wild curls out of his face and kiss his
forehead.
“He’s, um, in the shower.”
“Ah.” I look back at Britt over my shoulder with a smirk plastered
on my face. “Y’all had a good mornin’ I take it.” My words cause a
blush to creep across her chest and her head dips, hiding her eyes
from me. How my brother ever ended up with a sweet girl like Britt
is beyond me. “So, what’s for breakfast?”
“Biscuits and white gravy, with scrambled eggs now.”
“Sounds delicious. I’m going to go clean up.” I look down at my
hands, dirt sits in my cuticles.
“Thanks, Linc.”
I leave my dirty boots at the door, so I don’t cause more
housework for Britt. With each step, the stairs creek beneath my
feet. I pass by my brother and Britt’s room where he’s sitting on the
bed, a goofy smile plastered across his face. Bastard. It’s been years
since I woke up with a woman I loved in my arms.
“Mornin’, baby,” I say as I snuggle into her warm body. She cocoons
herself around me. “Merry Christmas. How much time do you think
we have until Tessa wakes up?”
“Not much. It’s already daylight,” she groans.
The room glows with multi-colored Christmas lights, the morning
sun coming through the dingy mini blinds in the kitchen window. I
push strands of blonde hair from her face, revealing her dark eyes.
“I want us to be a family,” I say as I kiss the side of her mouth.
The vision of Charley with a baby in her arms makes my heart skip a
beat.
“I love you,” she says, tears filling her pretty eyes. “I’m not sure
what I did to deserve you.”
My hands cup her face, and our lips meet. Her mouth opens to
allow me access. Our tongues dance with each other, while my
fingers slide into her wetness, stroking against her tense walls.
“Tessa’s going to wake up any minute,” she pants.
I lean down and whisper in her ear, “This pussy is mine. I know
how to make her come quick. She likes this.” I stroke her a little
harder and moans slip from her lips. “She likes this, too.” I quickly
alternate tapping two fingers on her g-spot and her mouth falls
open. I kiss below her ear and blow lightly. “See, I told you. Come
on my hand, baby.” I rub lazy circles over her g-spot and her hips
buck forward. My circles grow quicker and quicker until she comes,
her thighs squeezing my hand, her mouth parts slightly.
“Goddamn you’re beautiful,” I tell her as I remove my hand from
the warmth of her body and kiss the tip of her nose. Her eyes flutter
open and she runs her hand over my shaggy curls.
“Merry Christmas!” Tessa’s morning voice squeaks from the
hallway and we both smile at each other; happy we didn’t get
caught.
We spent our morning watching Tessa open gifts and eating my
famous banana walnut waffles. Tessa goes outside the small trailer
to practice in her new dance shoes, and we sit at the table drinking
coffee and watching her twirl and leap.
Our quiet morning is interrupted by the phone ringing.
“Hello. AJ, hi. Yeah, he’s here.” Standing in the tiny kitchen, her
blonde hair pulled into a ponytail, Charley turns to me and says, “It’s
AJ. Your Dad is in the hospital.”
I miss Charley every day, but I felt like I had no other choice but to
let her go. The important thing is that she’s happy now. I could
never have given her the life she deserved.
“Can I use your bathroom?” AJ nods at me as he ties the laces of
his work boots. I wash my hands with gritty soap and then use
Britt’s citrus smelling face wash to wash my face.
I lean on the door jamb and watch AJ sitting on the end of the
bed with his head bowed. “You okay, brother?”
He turns his head toward me, wringing his hands. “I need to tell
you something.”
“What happened?” The lines carved deep in his forehead tell me
something bad has happened.
“It’s Charley, she’s here–.”
White spots fill my vision as his voice echoes and grows farther
and farther away. I grab onto the door jamb, holding myself up. I
can’t count how many times I’ve talked myself out of jumping into
my truck, driving to her, and begging for her forgiveness.
One time I couldn’t help myself, I had to see her. It’d been
almost two years since I left her standing on the front steps of her
trailer and promised her I’d be back as soon as I could. Determined
to tell her the truth and win her heart; I sat outside her job and
waited. Her hair was longer, and her hips were wider, but she looked
just as beautiful as I remembered. I watched her get into an
unfamiliar car and drive to an unfamiliar home. After sleeping in my
truck, I planned to knock on her door, drop to my knees, and beg
her forgiveness.
Instead, I watched a shiny black sports car pull into her driveway
and a tall man dressed in workout gear knocked on her door. Tessa
answered the door, and he scooped her into a giant hug. Seeing
Charley walk outside with a happy baby in a stroller in front of her,
knocked the breath from my lungs.
The man and Tessa held hands as the happy little family walked
down the sidewalk. Charley stopped to pick up a stuffed animal, the
baby dropped and kissed his or her forehead.
Charley’s entire face lit up with a smile, and I knew she had
found happiness. I spent countless nights hoping she’d find
happiness and leave the memory of me behind. But watching it
unfold in front of me was gut wrenching.
AJ takes a deep breath and says, “She’s gonna fuckin’ kill me.
She’s not alone, Linc. She has an eight-year-old daughter, Violet.” He
looks down at his boots and back up at me. “She’s yours.”
His face fades in and out of focus, forcing me to back up and sit
down on the side of the tub.
“Linc!” AJ’s voice sounds like it’s coming through a tunnel. He
bends down so we’re on the same level and he puts his hands on my
shoulders, “Linc!”
“Mine?”
“Remember yesterday when Britt called and asked me to change
a tire for her friend? When I got home, they were both at my house.
I knew the minute I saw Violet, she looks like the girl version of
Hudson.”
“Fuck!”
The baby was mine?
Why didn’t she tell me?
“What is going on here?” Britt asks from the bedroom. AJ quickly
stands and begins wringing his hands again. He’s a terrible liar.
“Lincoln, are you alright? Are you sick?”
I barely have the strength to look up at her. The thought of
having to tell Britt the whole story makes me want to crawl into a
hole and die.
“Why don’t we give him some space, Babe?” AJ wraps his arm
around her and ushers her out of the bathroom, but her eyes never
leave mine.
“I’m worried about him,” is the last thing I hear her say.
Yeah, me too, Britt.
My gut rolls and I lunge for the toilet. I missed eight fucking
years with my daughter.
Charlotte
It’s been just over a week since I met Britt and she’s already coaxed
me into moving onto her property and going to church with her
family. I swear I thought AJ and I might burst into flames for lying to
the sweetest person on earth.
The preacher’s wife almost made me cry when she made the
comment, “God knew exactly what he was doing when he put Britt
in AJ’s life.”
After church, Britt demanded that I use my day off to move into
the barndominium, as she calls it. I spent the week before searching
for a reasonably priced rental. After wiping out my savings, building
the brewery, and sending Tessa to college, I just don’t have the
money to afford this housing market. I finally gave in and took Britt
up on her offer. I spent the entire day looking over my shoulder;
wondering when Lincoln would show up.
He didn’t.
She was right. It’s the perfect place for me and Vi. It’s an open
plan downstairs, the living area and the kitchen only separated by an
island, and a beautiful two-story vaulted ceiling. The loft is small, but
Vi loves it, and within the first week, the patio connected to my
bedroom has quickly become my favorite spot to drink my evening
wine.
Moonshine, my brewery, is celebrating our Grand Opening this
Labor Day weekend. Tessa came down and picked up Violet for the
four-day weekend. I didn’t tell her about Lincoln because she would
have probably tracked him down and killed him with her bare hands.
He hurt her just as much as he hurt me.
For the Grand Opening, I decide I need an outfit that screams
hip but professional. While shopping, I video call my sister Caroline
to get her opinion on my outfits.
“Charlotte, hot pink is definitely a power color. Go for it,” Caroline
says when I hold up a V-neck shell that will show off my cleavage. I
have a short black blazer I can pair with it to give off a professional
vibe.
“What about heels?” Caroline asks.
I hold up a pair of shiny zebra flats. “Nope, I can’t stand all night
in heels anymore. What about these?”
“Those are fine. They aren’t boring,” Caroline says. Before getting
off the phone, I remind her regardless of what I wear, I’ll look like
my grandma dressed me compared to all the twenty-something girls
that wear scraps of clothing.
She tells me about her love life with her ex, Luca, and his
legendary magic wand. She brags about all the multiple orgasms
she’s having and believe me, I’m as jealous as Blanche Devereaux
because I haven’t had an orgasm that wasn’t battery powered in
years.
I arrive at the brewery in the early afternoon to prep the staff
and ensure the bar is set up. An hour before the doors open,
standing behind the bar, I eat an apple pecan salad.
“Everything looks great, Kitten!” Hank, our brew master says.
Hank and I have worked together since I was eighteen and he’s
known me my entire life. For years, Hank talked about brewing his
own beer. When I took the leap and opened a brewery, Hank was
the logical choice for brew master.
“It’s Charlotte,” I remind him as he side hugs me. “Thanks,
Hank.”
“Mayor is coming tonight,” he informs me.
“Really? Well, let’s hope we impress all the locals, not just the
bigwigs.”
We open our doors to a huge crowd. The brewery buzzes with
energy. I’m so relieved that it’s going well.
I’ve been on edge all week–I’m not sure if it was nerves about
the opening or the possibility of seeing Lincoln again. A part of me is
terrified that he’s going to show up at my front door and a tiny part
of me prays every time I open the door that his beautiful face is on
the other side.
This weekend we are showcasing locally brewed beer and my
favorite, apple cider. Our biggest sellers tonight are the flights that
feature samples of our beers and ciders. It’s hot in Texas and cold
beer is always a winner, but salty food makes people order more
beer. So, I ensured this weekend’s limited menu is full of salty food.
And for the random sweet tooth, we are currently featuring my
favorite, deep fried Oreos.
The evening is going perfectly. I finally get a chance to run
behind the bar and check on Hank and his bartenders.
“Don’t look now, but the bigwigs have officially arrived.” Myles,
our newest bartender, a local boy, announces.
I look up to find a group of men entering the brewery.
“Who are they?” I ask over my shoulder.
“Mayor and city council members,” Myles mouths. I nod and
watch them find a table.
“Hank.”
He reads my mind and finishes my statement. “I’ll send over
some flights on the house.”
“Thanks, let the brown nosing begin.” I take a deep breath and
walk across the brewery toward the group.
“Good evening, gentlemen, welcome to Moonshine. I’m
Charlotte, the General Manager. Our Brew Master, Hank, will bring
over some sample flights.”
“I’m Alberto Salvador, the Dripping Springs Mayor,” He extends
his large hand, and we shake. The mayor is a big burly man with
black hair that is perfectly styled. He introduces the men around the
table who all smile warmly when introduced. After I’m introduced to
the city council members, AJ, in his Wranglers and clean cowboy
boots, walks to the table and stands next to the mayor.
“This is AJ Maxwell. He joined the council a couple of months
ago. Best guy you’ll ever meet.” I beg to differ.
“We’ve met,” I pause purposely to give AJ time to let it sink in.
“He and his wife Britt helped me with a flat the other day.” I remark
as Hank delivers the flights. “Mayor Salvador, this is Hank, our
Brewmaster. I hope you and the City Council will enjoy trying all of
our locally brewed beers and ciders.”
Hank tells the table about each beer and cider in detail.
“Charlotte, thank you for your hospitality. We will be joining you
for lunch soon. Perhaps we can arrange a council meeting here as
well.” The mayor suggests.
“Sounds wonderful. We’ll be open for lunch in about two weeks,”
I tell him and politely excuse myself, making my escape.
Around ten, I stand in my one-way office window and watch the
floor. I built my dream office. It’s enormous and the perfect mix of
modern gold accents and rustic charm with a white-washed brick
wall and exposed cedar beams. My favorite piece is the huge
chandelier that lights up the entire room. One wall is massive one-
way windows that allow me to look over the brewery. People move
around, the servers work quickly to get the orders out from the
kitchen. Everything looks like it’s in order until I see a Cowboy hat at
the bar.
I can’t see his face, but I know it’s him. His strong back. His
beautiful profile. Damn, life was easier when I believed my made-up
story that he was dead. I lean forward and grab my knees as my
stomach rolls. I reach for my phone in my back pocket and dial my
sister Caroline.
“How is the Grand Opening going? I was going to call you
tomorrow morning.”
“He’s here,” I whisper, staring down at my new zebra printed
flats. The black lines begin to move and my hand grabs onto the wall
to steady myself.
“Who’s there?”
“Lincoln,” I hiss his name. “He’s here in my bar.”
“What? Why is he there? Hold on Charlotte.” It sounds like she
puts her hand over the phone when she says, “Shit, Luca, I gotta
take this call.” I hear rustling noises and the sound of a door closing.
“Okay, I’m back. Did you talk to him?”
“I fucked up, Caroline. He lives here.” Holding my breath, I stare
up at the ceiling; waiting on her response.
“Charlotte, you knew he was from that area.”
“Ugh… he’s been missing for almost a decade. How was I to
know he’d be here?”
“Well, it’s not like he’s going to be at her school. Any chance you
can keep them apart?”
“I moved into his sister-in-law’s barn.” I fall onto the leather sofa
in the corner of my office.
“You moved into a barn? What the hell, sis?”
“It’s not a horse barn. It’s been renovated. But the houses here
are like half a million dollars and with all the bills at the brewery, I
needed a place to live. Guess who her husband is?” I pause for
effect, and then state, “AJ, the horndog, Maxwell.”
Caroline bursts out laughing. I stand and begin pacing in front of
the windows. I suck my bottom lip between my teeth and nibble on
the soft flesh.
“Charlotte, have you been drinking? You’re living on his family’s
ranch. How do you expect not to run into him?”
“Stone cold sober, unfortunately.” Standing in my office, staring
down at his perfectly sculpted back, I mumble, “I’d hoped that I
would never have to see his stupid, beautiful face.” I release a loud
sigh and ask, “Caroline, what is wrong with me?”
“Well, sis, the past caught up to you. What are you gonna do?”
“If I said I’ve considered running off to an island and declaring
bankruptcy, would it shock you?”
“What’s the worst thing that can happen if you just tell him the
truth? Hey asshole, you got me pregnant, left town, and
disconnected your phone. I had a baby, and now she’s eight years
old.”
“He could want custody of her.” My stomach rolls at the
possibility.
“He wouldn’t do that, Charlotte. He’s an asshole, not a monster.
Just make sure not to look directly into his eyes when you do talk to
him.”
“Why?”
“He might hypnotize you back into the bedroom.” Caroline does
her best to lighten the mood, but how will he see it? How would a
court see it? What was I supposed to do – waltz into town, a swollen
belly and blonde pre-teen by my side; stand on the courthouse steps
and ask strangers if they knew him? Sadly, in my weakest moments,
I considered it.
“I promise, no matter what the outcome, that is definitely not
going to happen.”
“Charlotte, those famous last words have come back to bite me
in the ass. Whose bed do you think I just crawled out of?” Caroline
is dating her ex, Luca. They have always had a love-hate relationship
that I never quite understood. Caroline is independent, like me but
she’s a spitfire and neither of us has ever had good luck with men.
But if she’s going to settle down for anyone, it would be Luca.
“I’m not crawling back into bed with Lincoln Maxwell. That’s a
promise.”
She makes an amused sound and says, “Enjoy hiding out in your
office.”
After almost two hours, I’m still in my office. My phone rings and
my heart skips a beat, hoping it’s him on the other end. I shake my
head at myself. He doesn’t have my number. I push the call from my
distributor to voicemail. I watch as Lincoln leaves. I never saw his
face, but I knew it was him. He was wearing the navy-blue button-
down shirt I gave him for Christmas the last time I saw him.
***
I walk out of the kitchen and look toward table two. Shit, Myles
wasn’t lying. Three well-built men are on stools surrounding the
high-top table. I take a deep breath and throw on my smile.
“Hello gentlemen, welcome to Moonshine. I’m Charlotte and this
is Myles. We’ll be helping y’all tonight.” I put coasters and napkins
around the table without focusing on their faces. “Gentlemen, our
specials tonight a…” A weird noise leaves my mouth, and I stop
talking when Lincoln’s steel-blue eyes find mine. My mouth goes dry
and my stomach fills with butterflies.
Myles steps in when he sees I’m stumbling. “Gentlemen, what
brings y’all in?”
A.J. says, “This is Noble, and he just got hitched. Kitten, can we
get a round of Crisp Crimson IPAs and two orders of pretzel bites?”
“Okay, boys, we’ll be back,” Myles says as he grabs my arm. I put
in the order, print out the receipt and hand it to Myles. “Charlotte,
why do I feel like there’s something you’re not telling me? Why did
he call you Kitten?”
“Myles, it’s a story for another day. Can you take table two?”
“And if I say no?”
“You’re doing dishes this week.”
“Fine,” he agrees.
When it’s finally time for table two’s order, Myles is busy behind
the bar. I put on my big girl panties, grab two baskets of pretzel
bites, and head toward Lincoln’s table.
“Gentlemen, your pretzel bites. I put some extra dipping sauces
for y’all. Enjoy!”
Noble, the one getting married, is tall, lean with muscle built
from working the ranch. He’s simply beautiful. I can’t stop looking at
his warm smile.
“Hey, I’m Noble, welcome to Dripping Springs.” Oh shit, beautiful
guy is talking to me.
“It’s nice to meet you. I’m Charlotte. You have a beautiful smile.”
What is wrong with me? I feel Lincoln’s eyes on me.
“I’m glad someone as pretty as you noticed.” His smile grows
wider.
After my dumb luck meeting Lincoln Maxwell, I made a rule
never to date guys from my job.
“If you’ll excuse me, I need to get back to the bar.”
I busy myself re-filling drinks until I look up and see Lincoln
standing across from me. It feels like time moves in slow motion as
we stare at each other. His messy hair makes me ball my fists to
keep my fingers from reaching up and running through it. His eyes
are dark, like his denim pearl snap shirt. And his scruff is turning into
a beard, just the way I like.
“Can I get you some, something?” I force the words from my
lips.
“I’ll take another Crimson.” His eyes don’t leave mine. He didn’t
drink when we were together. He’s a complete stranger to me.
Did I ever know who he was?
I turn to grab a mug and feel his eyes track my body. My too
wide hips, my extra-large ass. I’m a fluffy girl with two kids pushing
40, not exactly every guy’s fantasy. Is he repulsed by me and this
body his child gave me?
Lost in thought, the mug overfills, sloshing cold beer down the
sides. I grab a cloth and wipe down the mug. As I hand him his
beer, his fingers graze mine, sending a warm flood through my body.
My eyes zero in on the spot where his fingers were touching my skin
only seconds ago. My heart aches for his touch.
Lincoln
I chuck my phone across the bed and watch it skitter across the
floor. My dog, Red, quietly walks over and sniffs at my phone until it
goes dark. I flip over and stare at the wall until sleep drags me
under.
Daylight wakes me. Realizing I overslept, I grab my jeans and
pull them on. I throw on a flannel shirt and shove my feet into
cowboy boots. I search the floor for my phone and snatch it up only
to realize it’s Sunday, the only day I get to sleep in. With Red still
asleep at the foot of the bed, I tug off my boots and fall back onto
my bed. I scroll through the pictures I secretly took of Charley last
night. She’s still beautiful. Her hair is darker and hangs long down
her back, but her eyes are the same that still haunts my dreams. I
flip to the next picture. One of her turned around, talking to a group
of people. With age has come curves and I want to spend my time
getting to know each one.
The final picture shows her laughing with Hank. He’s looking
dead at me, and the look on his face is murderous. Yeah, buddy I
know. I would want to kill me, too. I lay my phone down and a
minute later; it dings with a message.
Charley: If you’d like to grab breakfast, let me know.
Me: I’ll pick you up in ten.
Charley: thumbs up emoji
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