Justified

by Jay Crownover

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  Copyright © 2019 by Jennifer M. Voorhees

  Excerpt from Loveless, Texas Book 2 © 2020 by Jennifer M. Voorhees

  Bonus Novella It’s All About That Cowboy © 2020 by Carly Bloom

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Dedication

  Prologue: Aspen

  Chapter 1: Aspen

  Chapter 2: Case

  Chapter 3: Aspen

  Chapter 4: Case

  Chapter 5: Aspen

  Chapter 6: Case

  Chapter 7: Aspen

  Chapter 8: Case

  Chapter 9: Aspen

  Chapter 10: Case

  Chapter 11: Aspen

  Chapter 12: Case

  Chapter 13: Aspen

  Chapter 14: Case

  Chapter 15: Aspen

  Chapter 16: Case

  Chapter 17: Aspen

  Chapter 18: Case

  Chapter 19: Aspen

  Chapter 20: Case

  Epilogue: Aspen

  Discover More

  Author’s Note

  A Preview of the next Loveless, Texas book

  Acknowledgments

  About the Author

  Praise for Justified

  IT’S ALL ABOUT THAT COWBOY by Carly Bloom Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

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  Prologue

  Aspen

  I feel it is in the best interest of the child if full custody of the juvenile goes to the mother. I also approve her request for the increase in child support. The father will be allowed supervised visits overseen by a representative of the court. We will revisit the issue in a year.”

  At that statement, an animalistic growl sounded from the table across from me.

  The former Mrs. Lawton dug her manicured fingers into my forearm hard enough to draw blood, and I fought back a wince. I hated her more now than I did in high school. If that was even possible, because I really, really hated her back then.

  “We won. Aspen, we actually won. You’re amazing. Worth every penny.” Becca’s voice was breathy and high. It matched her very blond hair, huge blue eyes, and very fake breasts. She looked like a Barbie doll, but she was far from a plastic, useless toy. The woman was a viper. Cunning and poisonous. I loathed representing her, hadn’t wanted to do it, but the alternative was so much worse. She was practically a lethal weapon where her ex-husband was concerned, and I seemed to be the only one willing to keep this woman from completely destroying him out of spite.

  Unfortunately, her ex-husband and father of her child made a lot of mistakes in court. And I was very, very good at my job. So, while I’d managed to rein in Becca’s thirst for vengence for the most part, there was no denying her ex still got annihilated in the courtroom. I’d gotten everything my client asked for, which included her ex-husband losing all parental rights to their nine-year-old son. The reason I resented having to represent her was because it was obvious Becca Lawton wasn’t the best parent in the world, or actually concerned about her kid in the slightest. The little boy was the only thing her ex had shown any interest in fighting for during their contentious split. So, she’d latched on and thrown everything into keeping father and son apart for revenge, plain and simple. Like I said, she was a snake, which I already knew, because I’d often been her target when we were younger. If my father-in-law and boss hadn’t insisted I be the one to represent the woman, I would’ve told her to take a hike months ago.

  Right now I was wondering if I was any better than she was. I felt dirty and guilty as hell. I cast a look out of the corner of my eye to the man silently seething on the other side of the courtroom. Our eyes met briefly, and I had to look away almost immediately. If looks could kill, he’d have to arrest himself for murder. His hatred for me was as crystal clear as my hatred for my client was.

  The seething animosity shouldn’t hurt, but it did.

  Because Case Lawton had always been that guy.

  The guy who was always taller, bigger, stronger, faster, smarter, and more handsome than any other. He was the guy who made it impossible to see all the other available, possibly interested guys. Well, he blinded my starry teenage eyes to any other possible option at least. As the new girl in high school, it’d been hard to fit in, but Case was the first one to welcome me and try to put me at ease. He was the one who showed me around the school, introduced me to his friends, and assured me people would warm up eventually. He invited me to a football game, even though it was beyond obvious I didn’t know anything about sports. He extended an invitation to my first high school party, when everyone else acted like I was invisible or carrying some infectious disease. He was nice to everybody, but the fact he took time to be nice to me, when no one else had ever made that effort before, meant I was a goner from the first time he smiled at me. I could never get over the fact he seemed to genuine
ly like having me around.

  He was witty, unfailingly polite, and full of good ole southern charm. He seemed utterly untouchable, unstoppable. He never had a problem getting whatever it was he wanted, be it a football championship, a nearly perfect score on his SATs, or the prettiest girl in the entire county. His constant good fortune and the ease with which he had the entire small town of Loveless, Texas, eating out of the palm of his hand should’ve been annoying. It should have built up loads of bitterness in the rest of us who didn’t have the same kind of unwavering charm.

  No one ever disliked Case Lawton, or let their jealousy of him turn them bitter. Because it was no secret that, as perfect as Case’s life looked on the outside, on the inside, it was far from flawless. Case’s father was the sheriff of Loveless. He was also a big bully who used his position and his badge to abuse the locals. He had a very loose definition of law and order. Rumors had floated around for years that Sheriff Lawton was a bigger criminal than half the people he put away. No one could miss how desperately Case tried to make up for all of his father’s glaring shortcomings. It was almost as if he was trying to save the entire Lawton name from disgrace.

  Everyone, including me, knew Case wanted to leave Loveless right after graduation. We were rooting for him. He had a football scholarship locked down for a Big Ten school up north, and he didn’t hide he was ready to leave Texas, and his father’s tainted legacy, far behind. Of course, I selfishly didn’t want him to go but secretly hoped he made it out, because he deserved better than being known as Sheriff Lawton’s son.

  It was right before graduation when the precarious house of cards he had built came tumbling down around him. Case fell from grace in the way only idols and gods can.

  His mother passed away suddenly. He broke his leg in two places during the last game of the season. His father lost all the restraint he pretended to have, and all the Lawton siblings started showing up to school with obvious bruises all over them. And last but not least, the prettiest girl in the county, the one who nagged him constantly and begged him not to leave after graduation, conviently ended up pregnant.

  There would be no escape, no bigger and better things for Case Lawton. No avoiding the long, dark shadow his father cast in this town. He joined the military days after graduation and minutes after putting a ring on the finger of the girl who’d effectively trapped him. He served his four years and returned to Loveless harder, colder, and so much angrier than before. He was no longer nice, easygoing, charming, and thoughtful. He came back to a very young wife who was practically a stranger and to a son who hardly recognized him. The rushed marriage was not one anyone would call happy.

  Instead of being the town’s favored son and biggest success story, he was no different from any of the other young men who couldn’t find their way out of the city limits. Soon, Case gave up all pretense of ever wanting more for his life and went to work as a deputy for his father in the sheriff’s department. And the townspeople who had always rooted for him suddenly saw him as a failure. Their collective “told you so” could be heard as far away as the moon.

  I didn’t have a logical reason, beyond Case being my first real crush, as to why his giving up on his dreams affected me so deeply. All I knew was that it did. I’d harbored a passionate infatuation for Case from the first moment I saw him. My family moved to Loveless from Chicago my freshman year of high school. To say I was a fish out of water in the small Texas town was an understatement. I stood out like a sore thumb, had trouble making friends and fitting in. I mostly kept to myself, watching the new people and the world around me. Case made himself impossible to miss by being friendly and kind, so he immediately became the center of all my focus. It didn’t matter that he treated everyone as if they were his best friend. All I cared about was the way he welcomed me and made me feel like I belonged, when everyone else made sure to make me feel like I didn’t.

  Obviously, he never knew of or returned my infatuation, but I didn’t mind as long as I got a smile or a wave when he passed me in the hall. I was so used to being ignored; his attention, no matter how minimal, meant everything.

  After high school, while Case followed his father’s footsteps, I moved away for college. I graduated from law school and decided to move back to Loveless, even though my parents had long since gotten tired of small-town life and moved to Florida. When I went away to college, my father fully expected me to go into environmental law, the way he had. But I wanted to help the less fortunate, families and kids in a tough spot, those who felt left behind and discarded. I planned to be a voice for the underdogs, not the winners.

  However, much like Case Lawton, I eventually ended up lost inside my own status quo. Instead of being an altruistic do-gooder, I found myself working for a legal firm that operated as a business, not as a charity, getting married, and trying to start a family. It took marrying someone with the right last name and history with the town for me to finally be fully accepted by everyone in Loveless. No one ignored me or pretended like I didn’t exist anymore, but I always remembered that Case went out of his way to include me before I married up. He liked me for me, not my new last name.

  My return home and new life was all going pretty smoothly, if not boringly and predictably, until the day I happened to be at the wrong place at the right time.

  I was walking into the sheriff’s department to speak with one of my clients. She was a young woman who was a victim of domestic violence. Case’s father had arrested her instead of her husband, even though she was the one with black eyes and a broken nose. It just so happened I was walking up the steps and Case was walking down when a process server shoved a set of familiar documents into a surprised Case’s hands. I hadn’t seen him up close in years. Occasionally our paths crossed in the courthouse or the sheriff’s office, but he never acted like he remembered who I was, and all of his previous approachability was long gone. He was not the devastatingly handsome teenager I had a crush on anymore. No. He was a very angry, restless man now. One I tended to give a wide berth to because the changes in him made me nervous.

  “You’ve been served, Deputy Lawton.”

  I knew they were divorce papers before Case did. I’d sent plenty of them out in my few years practicing family law. I should’ve kept moving, my client needed me, but I couldn’t get my feet to cooperate. Instead, I was frozen on the spot as Case read through the pages and pages of documents, pale blue eyes widening as he learned exactly how done with him his wife was.

  When he got to the last page, he lifted his head and looked right at me. I doubted he even realized I was there, but then he whispered, “She wants to take my boy.”

  I couldn’t stop myself from reaching out and putting a hand on his tense forearm. It was the first time I’d ever been brave enough to touch him, even back when he acted like he was my friend, I was too shy to ever touch him.

  “It’ll be fine. Get a good lawyer.” It was the advice I would give to anyone in his shoes. And, by a good lawyer, I obviously meant myself, but we didn’t know each other well enough anymore for me to be that bold. If we’d stayed friendly, or even in touch after high school, I would’ve offered on the spot. But he still intimidated the hell out of me, and I had to admit I questioned his sincerity and trustworthiness, since he knowingly went to work for a blatant crook like his father.

  In a split second, the man morphed from a confused spouse and scared father to a fire-breathing dragon. He shook my hand off his arm and glowered at me from underneath lowered, dark brows. This was the Case who’d had his entire life stolen and was looking at losing it all once again. The friendly congenial mask he wore when he was younger was nowhere to be found.

  “Do I know you?” His tone was as icy as every line in his big body locked as if he was ready for a fight.

  I fell back a step. He didn’t even recognize me. It was like a physical blow to all my tender, youthful fantasies. Again, it shouldn’t hurt to be so forgettable and unremarkable, but it did. Even more so coming from the one perso
n who always made me feel like I was seen, like I mattered and deserved to be included. “I’m Aspen Barlow, used to be Aspen Keating. We went to high school together. We met my first day of school. You showed me around.” And pretended to be my friend. I couldn’t get those sour words out.

  His eyebrows twitched, and his mouth shifted to an emotionless line. “The weird girl who moved here from New York?” His gaze raked over me, seemingly unimpressed.

  I bristled and locked down any scrap of emotion that might betray how badly his words stung. I’d lived here for years, built up a solid reputation. I thought I was finally fitting in and had shaken the “weird girl” reputation his bitchy wife had helped spread around when we were younger.

  “Yep. That’s me, the weird girl, but I moved here from Chicago, not New York.” I nodded to the papers in his hand. “Trust me. Don’t fight her without a good attorney. Courts always tend to give mothers the benefit of the doubt.” I was speaking from experience.

  “What do you know about it?” Case sounded confused and pissed enough to spit nails. I felt for the guy, he was clueless, and that was bad, especially considering his marriage was about to implode.

  “More than I want to. I practice family law. Divorces and custody agreements make up the about eighty percent of my case list.” I jumped down a full step when he let out a bark of disbelieving laughter.

  “People actually let you represent them?” His gaze raked over my tailored black pantsuit and spiked heels. He made a face and twisted the papers in his hands. “Most of the lawyers in town grew up here. I’ll go with one of them. They have to know there’s no way Becca is a better parent to Hayes than I am. Thanks for your advice, but I’ve got this.” He rolled the papers into a tight tube and stuck them in the back pocket of his tan uniform. Face set in a scowl, he walked away without another word, dismissing me as inconsequential, and my advice as empty words.

  He was going to regret that choice.

  I forcibly pushed the encounter out of my mind. Occasionally, at night when it was dark and quiet, I would let embarrassment and disappointment over the encounter sneak past my defenses, but mostly I put Case firmly in a “do not touch” box in the back of my mind. I thought my run-in with him was all said and done until a senior partner at my practice, who also happened to be my father-in-law, walked into my office and informed me I would be representing Becca Lawton, Case’s soon to be ex, in her divorce.