Fallen Crest Home

by Tijan

  “No Logan?”

  “Not for the first month.”

  “No Nate?”

  “He’s at a movie shoot with his parents.”

  “No one else?”

  His eyes flared with lust again. “Just you and me.”

  I could only look at him. We’d never lived alone. The most we had was a weekend away. But this time—I was almost salivating over the idea. It felt right, like we should’ve been doing this all along.

  “Yeah.” I nodded. “Yeah, I’d like that.”

  “Yeah?”

  “Oh yeah.” And then his mouth was on mine again, and he carried me to the bed. Once again, we couldn’t get enough of each other. No matter how many times I touched this man, I’d only ever be yearning for the next touch.

  As he moved inside of me, my legs and arms wrapped around him, my mind raced until I turned it off and surrendered. I gave in completely to Mason.

  “Hey, girl.”

  I was waiting in a rickety lawn chair near the bonfire pit outside of Manny’s. There were three others to choose from, but they all looked to be in the same miserable state—holes in the middle, frayed at the ends. I was surprised they were still able to hold people upright. As I tipped back in mine, kicking my feet up to rest on bricks surrounding the unlit bonfire, I felt it dip under my weight.

  I jerked upright. “Shit, Heather.”

  A low, smooth chuckle sounded as one of my best friends—correction, one of my only female friends—sat down next to me, pulling out her cigarettes and lighter. Heather leaned back like I’d just tried to, crossing one foot over the other on the stone pit as she exhaled the first drag. “I think you got the one I leave out in case Logan shows up. I’m hoping it’ll tip him one of these days, just so I can have a good laugh.”

  I shook my head. This was the old dynamic, and a part of me relaxed inside.

  “I thought all that was done?” I murmured, tentatively sitting back again. “You’re happy with Channing. He’s with Taylor.”

  She’d been fitting her cigarette to her lips, but paused and pulled her hand away. “What are you talking about?”

  “This sexual flirting thing. I thought it was over.”

  She grunted, lighting her cigarette now. “When Logan stops giving me shit, I’ll return the favor. He still dishes it out, and it’s not in the flirting way you say it is.” She sounded annoyed. “Somewhere along the line we became like brother and sister, but I already have a loser brother who won’t leave me alone!” She leaned backward, closer to the side door of Manny’s where she ran the diner part of the bar and grill. A second later her brother yelled back.

  “Stay in your lane, Heather! I manage the bar. You run the grill. Back off me. You’d be up shit creek if I stopped coming to do my job.”

  She laughed softly, sitting normally again. “My stupid brother. I don’t need another one, besides Brad, I mean.” Then she frowned, focusing on me. “How is Little Kade doing? Did the missus come with him for summer break?”

  “He and Taylor took off to Paris for the first couple weeks.”

  That got her attention. “Paris? I didn’t know Taylor was rich.”

  “From what I hear, it was on Helen’s dime.”

  “Damn.” Heather’s head craned back an inch. “Is Mommy Dearest there with them?”

  I nodded. “As far as I know.”

  She grunted, taking a drag. “So Nightmare from Mommy Street sprung the new girlfriend all the way to France for a trip…and you’ve gotten what from her?” Her eyebrow lifted. “A big fat nada, right?”

  If she was hoping to get a reaction, she was barking up the wrong tree. Yes, Helen Malbourne had always hated me with Mason, and yes, she seemed to adore Taylor, the love of Logan’s life, but that didn’t bother me.

  I shrugged. “You really think I would go on a trip with her?”

  “Touché.” Her eyes narrowed as she flicked her cigarette into the empty fire pit. “Since we’re on the topic of nightmare mothers, have you talked to yours?”

  “I see Malinda every day.”

  “You know who I mean.”

  And there was the look. She was waiting for me to break down, or throw my chair across the pit, or take off running for six hours every day. It was the same look everyone had been wearing since my mother came back.

  I was tempted to give her the middle finger, but all I did was sigh. “She’s here.”

  “That’s all you’re going to say?”

  I rolled my shoulders back. “What do you want me to say? She’s back. There’s nothing I can do about it. It is what it is.”

  “She lied to you all your life about your dad.”

  Yep. She’d done that. David wasn’t my actual dad.

  “And when your real one came around, she blackmailed him into leaving.”

  The lady was dedicated.

  “Then when you started dating Mason, she threatened to turn him into the cops for having sex with you.”

  Oh yeah. Statutory rape could be a bitch, but Mason wasn’t two years older than me. He was only one. I found out that nice little bit of information later. I hadn’t needed to worry that his entire future could’ve been ripped to shreds by the woman whose loins I came from.

  I was good with this. Really. It didn’t bother me to hear a list of all the shitty things Analise had done before finally disappearing into a mental hospital for two years.

  Then Heather dropped the last bomb. “She killed your unborn siblings, and you were the one who found her.”

  In a pile of blood.

  I called 911.

  I was eleven.

  I suppressed a shudder at that one. “What do you want me to say? She’s back. She’s going to marry James, who is also Mason’s father. There’s nothing I can do.” I cooled my tone. “I refuse to let her matter to me.”

  “Good for you.” Heather saluted me with a pretend drink, her hand curled around an invisible glass. “Now get wicked drunk so you can tell me how you really feel.”

  I snorted and covered my face with my hand. “I can’t believe I did that.”

  “Thank God you did.” Heather grinned, a dry note in her normally husky voice.

  I eyed her, waiting. This was when she’d normally return to her shift, but this was our first visit since Mason and I got home to Fallen Crest from college a week ago. Yes, that made me a small coward. Heather Jax had been one of my most loyal friends since high school, and she had the ability to cut through the bullshit.

  Mason and Logan held the same qualities, but I lived with them, so they weren’t constantly calling me out. They were just watching, waiting.

  A second shiver wound its way down my spine. I ignored it. It was a habit fast becoming a daily routine.

  “Why don’t you tell me about you and Channing?” I asked. “You two married yet?”

  I meant it as a joke, but her eyes shifted. Her lips pressed into a strained line. “He wants to. He’s nuts. That’s what he is.”

  “Are you joking?” My mouth hung open. “Channing asked you to marry him?!”

  She rolled her eyes. “No, but… Well, yes. He asked me a while ago because we had a pregnancy scare, but it was only a scare. No baby. I thought he’d drop it.”

  “He didn’t?”

  “He didn’t.” She was so glum. “He wants to settle down. I think it’s mostly because he’s raising Bren since their mom died.”

  “Wait. What?”

  Channing Monroe? An older brother? Now like a dad to some little girl? This wasn’t an image I could wrap my mind around. Mason and Logan had run Fallen Crest Public High School, and Channing, a model look-alike, had done the same with his high school, Roussou Public.

  Roussou was the neighboring town and our usual rival, which had sometimes led to bloodshed back when Brett and Budd Broudou ran Roussou. Channing had worked with Mason and Logan and helped take control of Roussou. It helped that Brett Broudou eventually realized how much of a psychopath his brother was, and now Budd was cur
rently residing in prison for attempted rape. Channing kept his town in check, but I wasn’t so sure about him raising a child.

  “Isn’t he running a bar in Roussou now?” I thought that was what Logan had said one time.

  Heather nodded, letting out a loud breath of air. “Yeah. Like I have time to play house. I’m running this place since my dad retired and going to community college. I don’t have time to raise some teenager. Besides, the girl is tough as nails. She doesn’t need or want a mommy replacement. Trust me. I’ve been there. I don’t want to deal with another me.”

  “Whoa.” I couldn’t get over it. “Channing’s like a dad…”

  “More like a big brother extraordinaire, but he tries. She’s got her own crew, though. She’ll be fine.” She held up a hand. “And don’t get ahead of yourself. Channing is not just being the model big brother extraordinaire. He’s got some stupid shit going on the sidelines, too.”

  “Heather!”

  She raised her hand, her middle finger extended, but her brother couldn’t see from where he yelled her name.

  “Get in here!”

  She collected her cigarettes and stood. “I’m five feet from where he’s standing. You think he really needs to scream at the top of his lungs?”

  “I heard that,” Brandon shot back. “You do the same to me, Heatherkins.”

  “Do not call me that!” she snapped, reaching for the door. She paused before heading inside. “Hey, I’m going to this thing for Channing later. He’s fighting in a big event tonight. If you’re super bored, come with me. It’d be nice to have another female friend there.”

  There was no thinking required. If I stayed home, I’d go nuts wondering when Analise would strike.

  “I’m in.”

  “You’re where?”

  I was leaning against Heather’s car in the middle of a field, surrounded by a couple hundred other cars, and all around me was bass-heavy music, yelling, and a scream every now and then. I had my finger plugging my other ear, but I still strained to hear Mason over the phone.

  “Channing’s fighting tonight,” I told him. “I’m going with Heather and her brother.”

  “Wait. What?”

  I paused at hearing the snap in his voice. “What’s wrong?”

  “You’re at a fighting event?”

  “Yes.” My mouth turned down.

  “In Roussou?”

  “Yes.” My frown deepened. I could feel the wrinkles starting in my forehead and the wheels were churning. I hadn’t even thought about it, but once it hit me, I wanted to smack myself there.

  “Oh no.”

  “Yeah,” he bit out over the phone. “Are you kidding me, Sam? You’re there alone? It’s dangerous there. I still have enemies in Roussou and you’re alone.”

  “I’m not.” I glanced over at Heather and Brandon, but I knew he wouldn’t care about them or even about Channing and all of his friends. When he said alone, he meant he or Logan weren’t with me.

  I cringed, gritting my teeth. “I’m sorry. I didn’t think about it. I just didn’t want to go crazy at home.”

  He sighed, or I thought he sighed. I was guessing what the sounds were on his end about eighty percent of the time. “Can you wait until I’m done here? I can leave early. I don’t give a shit what my dad says.”

  Oh. Well, fuck. Again. “I’m already here.” I rushed forward, “I’m sorry. I am. I didn’t think and to be honest, I only thought there’d be like thirty people here.” I looked around. “There’s gotta be around a hundred or so.”

  “A hundred?”

  “Yeah.” Holding the phone more tightly to my ear, I turned around. I could see a large stage alongside a couple of tents. There was one really large tent to the far right. I wondered if that was where the main event would happen. There was a smaller stage set off in the corner, and people walked around with drinks, food, and even balloons. If I didn’t know better, I’d think this was some sort of music festival. I knew better, though. So did Mason.

  He was groaning now. “You’re there without me, Logan, or Nate.”

  “I know,” I said quietly. “But hey—Heather’s kind of a bodyguard. I’m sure she’ll protect me.” I rested my shoulder against the car, half-turned so I could watch people walking by. “Channing is here, and so are all his friends. Besides, I really doubt anyone will recognize me or even remember who I am.” I sounded ridiculous. Who the hell was I? A nobody. People knew Mason and Logan. They didn’t know me.

  He cursed again. “I know people in Roussou aren’t all happy with us. We did a lot of damage there and got away with it. That’s how they see it.”

  “Yeah. Well.” My stomach twisted. “Do you want me to ask Heather to bring me back?”

  There was no hesitation. “No. I’m coming there. James mentioned something about an after-work meeting he wanted me to attend, but I’m ditching it.”

  “Okay.” A lump formed in my throat. “Wait. Should I be worried now about you? It’ll just be you coming.”

  “I’ll see if I can find some friends, but be ready when I come. We’re not sticking around long.”

  “I know. I’ll be ready.” I dropped my voice, “Be safe, okay?”

  “Same to you.”

  “Love you.”

  “Love you.”

  We always said our goodbyes that way. Disconnecting the call, I put my phone in my back pocket and headed to where Heather and Brandon were waiting a few cars down, on the outskirts of a large crowd.

  Heather read my face and lifted an eyebrow. “He was pissed?”

  I nodded. “I didn’t think.”

  She grunted. “I didn’t tell you. Blame me. I didn’t think either.” Her eyes narrowed on me. “Do you want to go back?”

  I shook my head, sliding my hands into my pockets. “He’s coming here.”

  I didn’t tell her we were leaving right away.

  A part of me was glad I came. I was hoping to change his mind. This was something I did on my own, and in a very weird way, I was enjoying being here only as Samantha Strattan and not as Mason’s girlfriend or Logan’s sort-of-sister. I hadn’t done something on my own in a long while.

  It felt nice.

  Once we’d gotten here, an excited buzz had begun low in my gut. It had gotten steadily stronger since. I was here with friends, and what I’d said was true. Nothing would happen. I was sure of it. Channing and his friends didn’t mess around.

  Heather threw her arm around my shoulder. “Got to admit that I’m being selfish right now because it’s nice to have you here.”

  I put a reciprocating arm around her shoulder and laughed at how ridiculous we must have looked. Then two shirtless guys wearing white shorts with green dots on them walked past us, each carrying a stuffed flamingo. They had blue paint on their faces.

  Maybe we didn’t look that ridiculous.

  MASON