Southern Sunshine
Natasha Madison
Contents
Southern Tree
Prologue
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Chapter 19
Chapter 20
Chapter 21
Chapter 22
Chapter 23
Chapter 24
Chapter 25
Chapter 26
Chapter 27
Chapter 28
Chapter 29
Chapter 30
Chapter 31
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
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Southern Tree
Southern Family tree
Billy and Charlotte
(Mother and father to Kallie and Quinn)
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Southern Chance
Kallie & Jacob McIntyre
Ethan McIntyre (Savannah Son)
Amelia
Travis
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Southern Comfort
Olivia & Casey Barnes
Quinn (Southern Heat)
Reed (Southern Sunshine)
Harlow
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Southern Storm
Savannah & Beau Huntington
Ethan McIntyre (Jacob’s son)
Chelsea (Southern Heart)
Toby
Keith
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Southern Sunrise
Emily & Ethan McIntyre
Gabriel
Aubrey
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Southern Heart
Chelsea Huntington & Mayson Carey
Tucker
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Southern Heat
Willow & Quinn Barnes
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Southern Secrets
Amelia McIntyre & Asher
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Southern Sunshine
Hazel & Reed Barnes
TO YOU THE READER. WITHOUT YOU THERE IS NO ME!
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Someday when the pages of my life end,
I know that you will be one of the most beautiful chapters.
Anonymous
Prologue
Reed
"I can’t believe you’re leaving," my little sister, Harlow, says from beside me.
With a laugh, I look over at her. "You already came in and measured my room for your glam room," I remind her, and she rolls her eyes.
"Yeah." She crosses her arms over her chest. “Until Mom found out and started crying about her baby leaving." She shakes her head and fake vomits. I have this sudden twinge in my chest when I think about not being here anymore. "It’s annoying. They still have me."
She turns and walks back into the crowd of people. We are at Amelia’s bar celebrating Asher becoming a cop and me leaving. "There he is," Quinn says, putting his arm around me to slap my shoulder. He’s my older brother, and he followed in my cowboy father’s footsteps. It made following in his footsteps almost unbearable, especially since the last thing I wanted was to be on a farm. "Have you been drinking?" he asks, smelling the whiskey on me. "You aren’t even twenty-one." He smirks. “I’m telling Mom."
I shake my head, smirking back at him. “She was there when Grandpa gave it to me." I puff out my chest and fold my arms.
He groans. “Is she still crying?" He looks around the bar to see if he can spot her. “She called me all week to tell me that she misses me.” He puts his head back and exhales. “I live five minutes away from her." Grabbing his bottle of beer, he brings it to his mouth. “All kidding aside,” he says, “you stay fucking safe out there." He stands taller at six foot four to my six foot two, and where he is blond with blue eyes, I have black hair with blue eyes.
"I’ll try my best," I say, and he hugs me. “See you tomorrow morning." I know he’ll be at my house for the big breakfast my mother makes.
The rest of the night is spent saying goodbye to all my family. Lots of tears from some and then smiles from the rest. "Tonight was good,” I say, sitting at the bar watching Amelia and Asher clean up. Usually, I would be helping, but I gave up the job two weeks ago. "I mean, I got more lovin’ than I’m used to." I look over at Amelia and wink.
"Okay, big boy, time for you to go," Amelia says, putting down the rag she’s using to clean the bar.
I look around the empty bar, and all these emotions are hitting me. Emotions I’m shocked to feel. "Where the hell is Hazel?" I’ve known Hazel my whole life. Our grandfathers were even friends when they were in high school. Since she started working here a couple of months ago, we have been getting closer, but she is leaving for college in two months.
"She took the night off," Amelia says, not looking at me. “It was supposed to be just family and friends tonight. She didn’t want to impose, so I gave her the night off." The disappointment hits me more than I expected it to.
I tap my finger on the bar. "Okay, I’m out. See you all tomorrow.” Getting up, I walk out of the bar.
The hot air hits me right away. I start to take the path I’ve taken for the past two months that leads straight to Hazel’s house. I take my phone out of my pocket and text her.
Me: Where are you?
I wait for her to answer me, but all it says is delivered. I finally get to the clearing and see her house is all dark. Usually, her grandfather leaves a light on for her or waits up for her on the porch. This time, though, everything is off, but I still make my way over to her window. I don’t know if it’s the fact I’m leaving tomorrow or if it's the whiskey in me, but the urge to see her is strong. I pick up a little pebble and toss it at her window, missing it by a mile but hitting the wood.
I duck down in case her grandfather hears the noise and gets up to chase me with a shotgun. I think about picking up more rocks but then decide just to call her. Pulling out the phone from my pocket, I call her, and she answers in a groggy voice after the second ring.
"Hello," she grumbles.
"Hey," I say, smiling when I hear her voice. “It’s me."
"I have caller ID, Reed,” she says, and I hear the rustling of her covers. �
��What time is it?"
"A little after midnight," I say, looking up at her window. “Why didn’t you come to my party?" I ask.
"I don’t know. I thought it was for family. What difference does it make?"
"I’m outside," I say, my eyes never leaving her window.
"Outside where?" she asks. I hear her getting up and see a light coming toward the window. I see her silhouette, and I hold up my hand with a smile. “Oh my God,” she says, pushing her window up. “What the hell are you doing here?"
"I wanted to see you," I answer, then hang up the phone. “Come sit with me."
"It’s the middle of the night,” she huffs. “You are crazy, Reed."
"Spend my last night with me." I put my hands in my back pockets, and my heart starts to speed up as I look at her. She turns around and closes the window.
"Does that mean she’s coming?" I ask the universe, and a couple of minutes later, I hear the front door open softly. I walk over to the porch and see her quietly close the door behind her, the smile on my face hurting my cheeks when she looks over at me.
"What the hell?” she says, coming down the steps. She’s wearing shorts and a tank top with a flannel button-down tied around her waist. “Why couldn’t you just go home?" She steps closer to me. “What is that smell?" She scrunches up her nose, and I know her hazel eyes are browner at night than during the day. "Is that whiskey?"
I grab her hand and pull her with me toward her grandfather’s barn. “It’s my grandfather’s whiskey," I say as we walk side by side, her hand slipping out of mine. When I’ve walked her home the past couple of weeks, we would go into the barn and talk for most of the night. "We were celebrating." I look over at her as we walk through the grass toward the red barn. "You would know that had you shown up." I push her shoulder with mine.
She doesn’t look over at me. Instead, she continues to look down at the ground and shrugs. “Didn’t think it would be that big of a deal that I wasn’t there." Her voice is soft, and I slide the barn door open just enough for us to slip in. She makes her way over to the side and starts climbing the wooden ladder up to the loft. Nothing but hay and a flannel blanket are up there. “I should have worn pants," she says, going to sit down on the blanket, and all I see are her long legs as she crosses them. “This time tomorrow, you’ll be in a single bed."
I sit in front of her, my legs stretched sideways next to her, and lean back on my arms. “I know,” I say excitedly. “I can’t wait."
"So I’ve heard." She breaks into a huge smile. “You might have mentioned it a time or two." She lies down and looks up at the window. I lie down beside her, looking up at the stars.
"Aren’t you excited to leave?" I ask, and she just nods her head.
"But I’ll miss home,” she says softly. “I’ll miss my pops." She turns to look at me. “There has to be something you are going to miss."
"My family," I answer right away. “Without a doubt, that is the only thing I’ll miss from this town." I look back up at the twinkling stars in the sky. “I just don’t fit in," I tell her my deepest secret. “Being a farm boy is never the life I wanted, but it’s all I know." I look at her and see that she’s looking up at the stars. “Yet it’s what I hate the most." I turn back to look at the stars. "It’s suffocating."
"It’s because there are so many of you." She laughs at her own joke.
"I want to see what else is out there." I put one hand on my stomach. “I want to travel and see the world. If I stay here." I look at her, and she turns her soft hazel eyes toward me. "I’ll die a little each day." She is the most beautiful girl I know, and she doesn’t even know it. "Thank you,” I say, turning on my side now. “For being there these last couple of months." My hand comes up to touch her face. “I just have one regret."
"Really?" she says. “You said you never have regrets." She throws my words in my face.
"Well, I have now." I smirk. “Don’t you want to know what it is?"
"I’m dying with anticipation,” she says, and I don’t think I’ve ever not laughed when I’ve been around her.
"That we didn’t get close sooner,” I say, licking my lips. My stomach dips as I look at her eyes go just a touch lighter. She looks down now, almost afraid of me seeing her. "Look at me,” I say. She looks up at me, and I can see the tears in her eyes. “Are those tears for me? You continue like that …" I try to joke, ignoring the pull at my chest. “Then I’m going to think you like me." She moves her hand to push me, but I grab it and pull her closer to me. “I’m going to miss you, Hazel.” I’ve practiced saying that since last week but have been too chicken to say it out loud. “I’m going to miss you the most, I think." My voice trails off into a whisper.
"I’m going to miss you, too, Reed,” she says softly. “Very much so." I release her hand, and it drops onto the hay. I lean my head in, and she meets me halfway, her lips meeting mine. Her tongue slides in to tangle with mine, and I roll her on her back. I can’t believe I’ve waited this long to kiss her. I can’t believe I’ve finally gotten the courage, and I’m leaving tomorrow. I’ve waited for this moment for what feels like my whole life. She melts in my arms, and I swear I’ll remember this for years to come.
There in the middle of the barn, I have her for the first time. We spent the night getting lost in each other until the sunshine starts to pour into the barn. I stand and put my shirt on, holding out my hand for her. She slips her hand in mine, and we slowly make our way out of the barn.
I hold her neck in my hands as I give her one last kiss. “You should get going before my grandfather comes out," she says, and I nod, turning to walk away from her.
I turn back to face her, walking backward. “You, Hazel Bennett"—I smirk—“are the best thing this town has given me." I hold my hands out to my sides.
I watch her smile one last time before I walk away from her and this town.
Chapter 1
Reed
Six years later
After parking the Jeep in the same spot I always park in, I turn it off and open the door. A hiss leaves my mouth when I stretch my leg and pull the stitches tight. "Motherfucker,” I say, getting out of the truck and slamming the door.
I walk slower than I want to, but the fact that I’m walking without a cane right now is a big deal. Even though they pushed it on me, I refused it every time. I was just going to push myself harder.
Eight weeks and three days ago, we were ambushed in our convoy. I close my eyes, and all I can hear is the sound of whizzing as the bomb came straight for us. I was pinned under the truck. I felt the metal pieces all the way down to my bone and knew I should have stayed put. I also knew that if I did stay put, I would die, so I ripped my leg from under the truck. I felt the bullets whizz by all of us, and I could call for close air support to assist in pushing back the assault. I would do what I needed to do to make sure we all left here together.
Heading up the concrete walkway, I pull open the glass door. I nod to a couple of the guys while I make my way down the white corridor. My heart beats erratically in my chest. I feel like I did when I first joined six years ago. I had no idea what or how long I would be in the military, but I fell in love with it and knew this is where I was meant to be. In ninety days, I’ll sign on for another four years.
I get to my commander's door and raise my hand to knock. “Enter." When I hear him speak, I open the door. He looks up, and a smile spreads across his face. “Staff Sergeant Barnes." He gets up from his chair and comes over to me, holding out his hand for me to shake.
"Lieutenant Colonel Rizzotto." I say his name, shaking his hand since he extended his hand to me first.
"You’re looking good." He looks down at my leg. “I heard it was tough."
"I’m fine," I say, and he gestures to the empty chair in front of his desk. I sit down, and my good leg starts to bounce as I wait for him to round his desk and have a seat. "Like I told the doctors in Germany, I’m good to go." I look at him.
"From what I read, you and
your squad were all accounted for with zero casualties." He leans back in his chair. “And from the pictures I’ve seen, it’s a miracle." I nod at him, not adding anything else to it.
"I’m ready to get back to duty," I say. My leg clenches at the same time as I say it, but I push it back.
"I read that, too.” He puts his hands on his desk and entwines his fingers. “But I also got the report from the doctors."
I sit up. “All I need is some extra physical therapy, and I’ll be all good."
"And that is what you are going to get,” he says. “I’m not going to beat around the bush. You know better than anyone that I also have my orders. And as per the doctors, you aren’t as ready as you want to be."
"I might be a bit slow," I say. Deep down, I know I’m not ready, but admitting it will be harder to do.
"You are going on convalescent leave.” He says the two words I’ve been dreading. "Come back in thirty days, and we’ll assess you again. I have no doubt you’ll be good to go, and you can sign that next contract with us." He smiles, and I nod. One thing I know is that you never go against the doctor's orders.
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