The After Party (A Badboys Boxset)

by Karr, Kim

  I blinked. “How did you do that?”

  “Let’s just say he knows how to access the DMV database and found your license.”

  I couldn’t help what came out of my mouth. “You mean he’s a hacker?”

  He shrugged, and then pulled my father’s dog tags from his pocket.

  “Where did you get those?”

  “You left them in my hotel room.”

  I snatched them away.

  “They might be the only reason you aren’t in jail.”

  I stared at him. “What are you taking about?”

  “The whole kindred spirit thing. Dumb, I know. My father flew for the Navy and was downed by a surface-to-air missile.” I gasped. “Kids of the storm troopers. That makes us somehow responsible for each other, no matter how fucked up it sounds.”

  Kids of the storm troopers. I hadn’t heard that phrase in so long. “What happened to him?” I asked.

  “For twenty years he was classified as MIA. My mother kept yellow ribbons tied around all the trees in our yard for that entire time. And then one day, when I was in college, she was notified his remains were discovered and called me home. By the time I got there, she’d shredded the ribbons with her bare hands. She was a mess. Even more of a mess than she’d been my entire life.”

  “I’m so sorry.”

  He poured us both a glass of whiskey and pushed one of the glasses toward me. “You don’t have to be. It took twenty years for her to accept the truth but she finally did after that. She checked herself into rehab, and she’s been sober ever since.”

  I was shaking.

  “Here,” he said. “Looks like you need this. Drink up, and then start talking because I’m done.”

  That very familiar sick feeling flooded my veins, but then I looked over at him, and all of a sudden I felt like I needed to do this for him, and for me. Like I’d feel better if I could just tell someone what had happened. Tell him. Share with him like he had shared with me. I sipped the whiskey, and then started talking. “To tell you the whole story, I have to go back seventeen years ago, to when I had just turned twelve.”

  Jaxson crossed one ankle over his knee and set his glass on it. “That’s fine. We have all night.”

  Talking wasn’t how we had spent last night, but it looked like how we would be spending tonight, so I started at the beginning. I wasn’t sure why but it felt somehow relevant to the events of late. Like dominos of my life that just kept falling. Somehow connected.

  I squared my shoulders and started talking. Real. True. Honest. No lies. No holding back. “I grew up on Moon Island. It’s a small town on the coast in North Georgia, and it’s filled with secrets. Secrets so deep, no one knows them all.”

  Jaxson raised a brow. “I doubt that.”

  “It’s true. And my mother is one of them. She was found dead, and no one knows why, or if they do, they’ve never spoken of it.”

  Over the rim of his glass, his gaze softened.

  “I remember that day like it was yesterday. It was storming, and no one picked me up from school. My mother always picked me up if it rained. When I got home, I found my mother lying dead in a pool of blood at the bottom of the stairs. Her skull cracked open as if something had struck her. The police found no evidence of foul play, though, and they ruled her death accidental. Exactly one week later, the majority owner and CEO of the small private airline in our town went missing. Ruffus Magnolia’s body was never found.”

  All doubt had left Jaxon’s gaze. “Was there some kind of connection between the two of them?”

  “Yes. My father was a minority owner in the airline and flew for it. At the time I thought that was the only connection. Sure, it was a little coincidental for a small town to have a death and someone go missing in such a short period of time, but no one questioned it. However, just before my father died he confessed to me that my mother and Ruffus had been having an affair.”

  Jaxson raised a brow. “Did you believe him?”

  I shrugged. “Does it matter? It was a long time ago.”

  “I don’t know, it might explain the coincidence.”

  “Or it might not. All I know is my father started drinking heavily after my mother died, and became delusional. He might have conjured that up in his head after all these years.”

  “Drinking, like how much?”

  The word was familiar to him. A fellow Al-anon member. “A lot. The drinking went on for years and only got worse. He had become an alcoholic.”

  The lines on his forehead creased. “And he was able to keep his job flying a plane?”

  I nodded. “The only people who knew about his condition were his two best friends, and they knew he never drank before a flight. Besides, they had their own issues trying to keep the company afloat without Ruffus’s influx of cash. Anyway, by the time I turned seventeen, my father only stayed sober when he knew he had to go to work.”

  “So he was a functioning alcoholic?”

  “He was.”

  I pinched the bridge of my nose. No one besides Harvey had ever understood the depths of my situation.

  “Finish your story,” he snapped.

  I drew in a breath. “On the eve of the five-year anniversary of my mother’s death, he started drinking, but this time he didn’t stop. It went on all night and the whole next day. When I got home from school, he locked me in the bathroom and left me there all night.”

  There was a look of horror on Jaxson’s face.

  I shook my head. “He did it all the time. He thought he was protecting me. He was worried someone was going to hurt me.”

  The sympathy in Jaxson’s eyes was something I didn’t need. “Who?”

  “That’s just it. No one. He was delusional.”

  I downed my drink and poured some more, and then I spoke stronger, harder, with the resolve I’d forced myself to build up. “It was early morning, the sun hadn’t even come up yet, when he finally unlocked the door. Unlike the other times, this time he didn’t apologize. In fact, he was still drunk, and there was a strange madness in his eyes I’d never seen. A craziness that frightened me to my core. He kept calling me by my mother’s name. Brenda. Brenda. Brenda. When I told him I wasn’t Brenda, that I was her daughter, his daughter, he wouldn’t listen, but instead—” I stopped for a moment to gather my unraveling emotions.

  “What?” Jaxson refilled his own glass.

  Chill bumps formed and raced across my skin. “He told me it was time for all of this to end.”

  He stared into my eyes. Surveying for truth? I let him. There were no lies in my words.

  I went on. “I had no idea what he meant, but he locked me in my room and left for work. I knew he couldn’t fly in his condition, so I pried the window open and escaped. Breaking back into the locked house, I called the police. But I was too late. His flight had already taken off. The chaos must have spooked him, and he missed the runway and crashed the plane. Thank God no one died, but many people were hurt. My phone call shut down the entire operation for good. The town’s people, who had once tied yellow ribbons around their trees for him, as well as Harvey and Simon’s father, went ballistic and turned against the three of them.”

  Jaxson grabbed hold of my hand. “What about you?”

  “I knew social services would come for me, so I ran. Ran as far and as fast as I could. I found out months later my father was sentenced to ten years. Recently, I found out his two partners spent all they had trying to get him off.”

  This time when I paused, he pulled his hand away from mine, and refilled our glasses. “You ran away at seventeen?”

  “For five years I stayed away from Georgia. I took odd jobs and kept moving. Never looking back. Then I got myself together, went to college, and started working for Hotlanta. Not long ago, the only man who ever cared about me called me and asked me to meet him and my father.”

  “Your father?”

  I nodded. “He’d gotten out of prison on good behavior and wanted to make amends.”

 
His eyes flashed with sympathy. Anyone who knew anything about alcoholics knew the steps in recovery.

  I drained the glass, and the buzz made it easier to speak without crying. “Anyway, Harvey Winchester convinced me to let him back into my life.”

  Jaxson sighed. “And you did?”

  “I did. I trusted Harvey. He might have been my father’s friend, but for most of my teenage years I thought of him as my guardian angel.”

  Jaxson sat up. “Did?”

  “Both he and my father drowned at sea a little more than six weeks ago.”

  “Shit.”

  “Yeah, pretty much. And my life became a mess after that.” I went on to tell Jaxson how my lack of focus got me fired. How I went to Moon Island. Met up with Simon, drank and drove, accidentally hit that boy, how we ran. About Simon’s plan to get the money and everything else that led me to the very spot I was sitting right now, and then I stopped talking. The only thing I couldn’t bring myself to tell him was how Simon had been a thief when we were kids. Something felt so wrong about admitting I had known this and still accepted him in my life.

  Jaxson ran a distressed hand down his face.

  “I’m sorry,” I said again. “And I’m sorry for how much I cost you. I’m going to try to get the camera back. As soon as I get back to the States, I’ll call Simon and ask him where he pawned it, and go get it.”

  Dismissing my words, he leaned closer. Jaxson took my wrist in his hand and turned it over. “What’s the rainbow symbolize?”

  “The other side,” I said matter-of-factly.

  He looked at me questioningly. “Of what?”

  “Life. A place where it is easier, freer, filled with happy things. Magic. Ironic, isn’t it?” I asked. “Where I’m headed none of that will be possible.”

  He followed the arc of the colored ink, running his fingers from one side to the other, and then his blurry gaze found mine. “You aren’t going anywhere.”

  “I am. I have to turn myself in, and you know it.”

  He shook his head. “No, you don’t. I want you to stay with me.”

  “You mean work off my debt,” I said sarcastically.

  “I mean stay away from the bad shit you’ve been through for a while. I have this job for six weeks. Stay with me. Be my assistant. Travel with me. It will give you time to get some perspective and decide what you should do next.”

  My vision blurred. Tears. Alcohol. I had no idea. “I have to turn myself in. What I did was wrong, and I have to pay for it.”

  He shook his head and squeezed my hand. “That’s just it. It wasn’t all your fault.”

  “It was.”

  His eyes sparked with anger. “You’re wrong. You are a victim of circumstance.”

  “But I have to pay for my sins.”

  “We all pay for our sins one way or another.” His voice was gentler.

  Tears pricked my eyelids, and they stung. I swallowed and tried to breathe them back but they felt like acid as they welled, and I couldn’t stop them from falling. “Why do you want to help me?”

  “I don’t know.”

  “How can you see me as anything else but bad?”

  Roughly, he pulled me to him, held me to his chest, and then pressed a tender kiss to the top of my head. “You’re not bad, Sadie.”

  I closed my eyes and sagged against him.

  Time passed. I didn’t know how much. I might have fallen asleep, I wasn’t sure. But then Jaxson moved, and I came awake.

  My gaze skittered nervously up to his.

  “You’ll be safe here. I’ll make sure of it. Do you trust me?”

  I nodded. “I do.”

  He held out his hand. “Then come with me.”

  “Where?”

  He raised a brow. “I’ll let that pass. I know you’re tired and you need to go to bed.”

  There was only one bedroom, and I knew this. “I can sleep out here.”

  He kept his hand extended, staring intently into my eyes. “Remember what I told you about taking orders?”

  I nodded.

  “Then come with me. We have a long day ahead of us tomorrow.”

  My hand trembled as I took his and followed him into the bedroom. I was close to being drunk, and Jaxson was nothing but pure temptation. Except, he didn’t want me like that. He’d made that clear. So why was I so nervous to follow him?

  In the bedroom, Jaxson opened a drawer and handed me one of his T-shirts. Then he pulled his own shirt off and stripped out of his jeans.

  I almost choked on my own breath. The first time I saw him naked, it was dark, and I was drunk. I admired him, but this was entirely different. Muscular thighs, chorded arms, ripped abs, and the faintest line of hair traveling down his navel disappearing into the waistband of his boxers.

  He cleared his throat. “Do you need some help?”

  Confusion clouded my mind as I stood there, staring at him. Gawking actually.

  He strode toward me with a grin on his face, and when he reached me, he untied my robe.

  “What are you doing?” I asked softly.

  “Helping you change into something to sleep in. Of course, you can sleep naked if you’d prefer.”

  The robe gaped open, and I felt so naked. “Your shirt is fine,” I said.

  After sliding the terry down my shoulders, he held the shirt out. “Go slow, okay?”

  I lifted my arms. “Where are you sleeping?” I asked, but I had a feeling I already knew.

  “Since I can’t afford to get another room and my assistant canceled hers,” he said, and I knew why of course. Because I’d just cost him a fortune. “And the couch is small and rattan, that leaves one place. In the bed with you,” he finished. “Platonically,” he added. He said this staring at my naked body, and I pretended not to notice the erection that was more than obvious in his boxers. He did want me. Even if he didn’t want to admit it.

  “This whole thing is crazy. You should hate me. You know that, right?” I said.

  Tearing his gaze from my nakedness, he pushed the shirt over my head. “Yeah, I do, but I’m tired of always being the good guy. Maybe for once I don’t want to do the right thing.”

  I was certain he’d live to regret those words.

  CHAPTER TWENTY

  SADIE

  ONLY IN ANOTHER COUNTRY DID everything open before the roosters crowed, or at least it felt that way.

  I wasn’t a morning person, but Jaxson didn’t seem to care.

  It wasn’t quite eight a.m. as we walked out the doors of the resort medical clinic.

  Without an x-ray machine, there was no way to accurately diagnose if my ribs were cracked, but the doctor tightly wrapped my torso with some kind of padded bandage just in case. It made me feel so much better. He also gave me antibiotics to prevent any infection from setting in from the scrapes and cuts.

  The cool terracotta floors of the resort felt good against my bare feet. Only in a resort could I walk around in a robe with no shoes and not be questioned by a single person.

  Jaxson put his hand on my back. “Let’s check out this store. It should have everything you need.”

  I glanced up. The sign read, “Gallery Bay Boutique.” I knew any shop with the name boutique translated to expensive. “Jaxson, I think we should go into town. There will be street vendors and five-and-dime-like stores there. I’ll be able to get everything I need for the price of one item inside this store.”

  Jaxson opened the door, and then whispered in my ear, “I don’t have time to go into the city. I have to teach you the basics of what I expect from you. Like how to make technical assessments of the site in advance of my arrival, how to set up my lighting gear, and make you understand you need to do whatever needs to be done to get the shot right.”

  His tone was harsh and accusatory. He blamed me for not having an assistant, and rightfully so. Although I wanted to balk, I didn’t. Instead, I stepped inside the overpriced boutique.

  Step 6: Are entirely ready to have God remove all the
se defects of character.

  “Can I help you?” the older woman dressed in bright-pink ruffles asked.

  “Yes,” Jaxson said. “The airline lost my assistant’s luggage, and she needs some things to hold her over until it’s found.”

  Wow, he was a good actor.

  My gaze shot to his, and the look he gave me told me I better play along or else. The or else was unspoken. Or else you can leave and go to jail instead.

  “Oh, that’s terrible.” The sales woman smiled. “But you’ve come to the right place.” She looked at Sundance rather than me. “Tell me, what are you looking for?”

  I opened my mouth to answer, even though she’d directed the question toward him, but he spoke first. “She needs things that aren’t too constraining. They need to be easy to move in. Short, sleeveless dresses, flat sandals, and maybe a bathing suit.”

  I gawked at him.

  He raised that dominant brow of his, daring me to defy him. “I prefer black or white,” I added, just so I could have some say in what I was wearing.

  The saleswoman laughed. “Oh, darling, this is a resort boutique on a tropical island. We only carry bright colors.”

  Great.

  On top of everything else, I was going to look like a peacock.

  “Okay, but as for the sandals, I prefer a slight heel.”

  “You’ll be working on the beach, won’t you?”

  I nodded.

  “Then we should stick with the flat sandals. It’s easier to walk.”

  We.

  We?

  Jaxson stifled his laugh, and I narrowed my gaze at him.

  He leaned down and whispered, “I could call the bar you left your shoes at last night and have them delivered if you prefer.”

  I gave him a coy smile. “Flats sound terrific.”

  “Oh, and I need some panties, white cotton, preferably,” I told the saleswoman.

  The saleswoman looked at me like I’d grown two heads. “Darling,” she said as she plucked a lime-green something or other from the rack, “I’m sorry, but we don’t carry lingerie here. And if we did, it wouldn’t be of the cotton variety.”

  Great.

  I was going to be a peacock with all my feathers on display.