Vanishing
Dreams
By Nicole Edwards
The Alluring Indulgence Series
Kaleb
Zane
Travis
Holidays with the Walker Brothers
Ethan
Braydon
The Club Destiny Series
Conviction
Temptation
Addicted
Seduction
Infatuation
Captivated
Devotion
Perception
Entrusted
The Devil’s Bend Series
Chasing Dreams
The Dead Heat Ranch Series
Boots Optional
Betting on Grace
Vanishing
Dreams
Devil’s Bend
Book 2
Nicole Edwards
SL Independent Publishing, LLC
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Copyright © Nicole Edwards, 2014
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Vanishing Dreams: A Devil’s Bend Novel is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.
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ISBN: 978-1-939786-34-0
Dedication
Chancy, Katie and Tonya
This one is for you.
Table of Contents
Prologue
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
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Chapter Seventeen
Chapter Eighteen
Chapter Nineteen
Chapter Twenty
Chapter Twenty-One
Chapter Twenty-Two
Chapter Twenty-Three
Chapter Twenty-Four
Chapter Twenty-Five
Chapter Twenty-Six
Chapter Twenty-Seven
Epilogue
Acknowledgements
About the author
Prologue
October
Sitting on Cooper Krenshaw’s back porch, his girl by his side, Dalton Calhoun wasn’t sure anything could knock him from his perch on top of the world. This beat the best nights up on that stage that he loved so much. And that was saying something.
Not that he would call Katie his girl to her face. Knowing her, she’d adamantly deny anything between them.
Dalton would argue right back, but that was a moot point.
“Topless, I’m not kiddin’,” Eric said with a chuckle.
“Are you serious? What’d Tessa do?” Dalton asked The Rusty Nail’s bartender, who had befriended him in recent weeks.
“Oh, you know Tessa,” Eric said facetiously. “She was a good sport.”
Izzy’s sweet, full-belly laugh echoed out into the twilight. “Right. Tessa. Good sport. Yeah, if you consider throwing an apron at the woman before hustling her out of the bar a good sport.”
“Where was Jack?” Dalton asked, referring to Tessa’s younger brother who helped manage The Rusty Nail, the small-town bar in Devil’s Bend that was owned by Tessa herself.
“He pretended not to notice,” Eric added, grinning. “But yeah, Tessa tossed the woman out of the bar and told her not to come back.”
“All because of Coop, huh?” Dalton glanced over at his good friend. The man who’d wandered from Tennessee to Texas on a whim and found himself caught up in the middle of what appeared to be a rocky little love fest.
“Don’t act like you don’t have women tossin’ their panties at you on a nightly basis,” Izzy accused Dalton directly.
“I don’t know what you’re talkin’ ’bout, ma’am,” Dalton said deadpan.
The small group erupted in a fit of laughter.
There was no telling what would come flying at him on the nights he took the stage. He’d pretty much seen it all.
When Dalton’s good buddy, Coop, a fellow country musician, had mentioned they’d be having an impromptu cookout at his house in the small town he’d recently moved to, Dalton hadn’t been all that surprised. Even back in Nashville, Cooper was always putting together spur-of-the-moment meals just so he could get his friends together. And it looked like Coop had acquired a close little group of friends in the short time he’d been in town.
Since Dalton was staying in Coop’s guest room, he had inquired as to whether he could bring someone, namely the woman sitting beside him — Katie Clarren, a waitress at The Rusty Nail, who, from what Dalton could tell, Tessa considered a friend. As it would seem, Cooper wasn’t the only one who was a little smitten over a woman. However, Dalton wasn’t looking to announce that to anyone at the moment. Despite his lack of interest in a serious relationship, he’d found himself a little hung up on the black-haired beauty who’d caught his eye almost instantly.
Luckily for him, Katie had agreed to join him at tonight’s little soiree with relatively minimal coaxing. These days, it was somewhat iffy as to whether she was going to want to hang out. The woman seemed to be busy all the time, or at least that was the excuse she gave him whenever he tried to get her to go out with him.
But not tonight.
Tonight they were sitting on Cooper’s back porch, watching Tessa’s huskies, Havoc and Harmony, chase one another around the yard, yapping and growling as they fought over a tennis ball. The sun had recently settled beyond the horizon, and a string of white lights hanging haphazardly from one edge of the patio cover offered enough light to see by but not too much to attract the bugs. At least not yet.
Not that Dalton would’ve noticed. He was too busy trying to keep from staring at Katie in that little white sundress that accentuated all of her luscious curves along with the golden gleam of her tan skin. The woman stole his breath without even trying, and it took a tremendous amount of self-control to keep from making his intense interest known.
Dinner was finished and partially cleaned up, and now the beer was flowing, as was the conversation. Along with his notorious bar stories, Eric Lancaster, one of Tessa’s friends since childhood, was telling them about growing up in the small town of Devil’s Bend, Texas.
Every now and then, Katie would chime in with stories of where she grew up; her soft, reserved voice slid right along Dalton’s much too sensitive skin, making his hair prickle with awareness. Much to his dismay, Katie wasn’t speaking nearly as much as Dalton would’ve preferred. But damn, he loved to listen to her talk. Although she seemed engrossed in the conversation, she wasn’t making a lot of reference to herself, which was something Dalton had grown accustome
d to since the very first time she’d agreed to go out with him. He was incredibly curious about what made the woman tick, yet he never seemed to get much out of her.
His attention turned to Tessa, who was sitting on one of the steps that led down to the yard while everyone else sat up on the porch behind her. She seemed a little introspective at the moment, and Dalton wondered what she was thinking about. Whatever it was, she clearly felt as though she needed to keep her distance because of it.
Cooper, on the other hand, was brimming with pride, not to mention slightly oblivious to Tessa’s distance-keeping maneuver. Regardless, it was good to see the man so damned happy these days. What with all the shit he’d endured recently with his crazy fuck of a manager, Marcus Evergreen, Dalton was hoping the guy would get a moment’s peace. Took running off to Texas to find it, but from the looks of it, Cooper had found it.
Dalton thought Texas looked good on Cooper. So much so that he was personally thinking about making the move as well. When Cooper had presented his plan of opening up an equestrian center in the backwoods town, Dalton had been on board almost from the beginning. Now that he was here, he couldn’t see any reason not to follow through with it.
It wasn’t that his music career wasn’t in full swing, but this was the sort of peace he had been searching for, one he couldn’t seem to find in the bright lights of the stage. The sweet smell of the country was the yin to the country music yang, something that would balance him and offer him a little downtime from all the chaos.
Speaking of chaos, there were three news vans sitting out front, probably full of reporters chomping at the bit to figure out just what Cooper was doing down here. Dalton knew it hadn’t helped when he’d stepped into the picture, drawing even more attention to the situation, and because of that, he’d kept his mouth shut. They damn sure weren’t getting any juicy details from him. What Cooper did with his life was his own business. On a good day, Dalton avoided them like the plague, and in the event he was cornered by one of them, he merely graced them with a smile and a nod. No comment, no sir.
This was the life; that was for damned sure.
“How long have you two been married?” Dalton asked Eric and Izzy when there was a lag in Eric’s latest story.
“Almost six years,” Eric answered easily. “We got married a few months after Tessa and… Oomph!”
Izzy’s well-placed elbow to Eric’s ribs effectively shut the man up, but Dalton wanted to know just where he had been going with that statement. Before he could inquire or Izzy could offer an apology, Tessa spoke up.
“It’s okay, Izzy,” Tessa called out, her focus still on the two dogs trampling across the yard.
“Sorry, Tess,” Eric said, his tone chock full of sincerity.
Tessa waved him off before she said, “Eric and Izzy got married two months after Richie and I did. The only reason they waited was because high maintenance over there insisted on this huge wedding.”
Dalton laughed, looking over at Izzy, who was blushing profusely. Richie? As he watched the pretty young woman turn beet-red, he attempted to tie the pieces of Tessa’s statement together. It took him a second, but then he remembered. Katie had mentioned Richie, Tessa’s late husband. The guy had been killed in the line of duty, from what he recalled.
“So not true,” Izzy stated a little defensively, her wide eyes turning to her husband. “He’s the one who wanted a big wedding.”
“Okay, so that was mostly true,” Tessa added with a laugh.
“Do you guys have kids?” Dalton asked, watching the two of them as they sat side by side, their arms and knees touching, almost as though they couldn’t stand to be too far away from one another. Clearly in love.
Dalton admired the pair. At thirty-one, he’d hit a point in his life when he wished he could find what they had, although he truly wasn’t quite to that permanent, happily-ever-after place just yet. But he was getting there. The thought had him glancing sideways at Katie. She was smiling, but she didn’t seem all that engaged in the conversation.
“No kids. Not yet. We’ve been talking about it, though.”
Dalton saw Tessa flinch, and the way she jerked her head back, looking up at Izzy, had probably hurt. Her mouth opened, then closed, and if he wasn’t mistaken, the maneuver had effectively cut off something she had wanted to say before she settled with, “It’s about time. I’ve wondered if you two would ever get with the program.”
That clearly didn’t sound like what she’d originally intended to say, at least not based on her facial expression.
Dalton continued to watch the interaction, noticing the way Izzy’s face fell. There was a story there; even he could figure that out. “Do you want to try to have kids again?” Dalton asked, the inquiry directed at Tessa this time.
A slight elbow from Katie was a subtle hint that he’d gone and done it now. Aww, hell. That clearly wasn’t the right question to ask, and Dalton felt as though he’d been punched in the gut the moment Tessa pushed to her feet and took off around the side of the house, disappearing from sight.
“Shit, man, I’m…” He was sorry, but right then, the man he was trying to apologize to obviously wasn’t interested in hearing it, because Cooper was on his feet and flying down the stairs in quick pursuit of Tessa.
Way to go, Calhoun!
Chapter One
Two months later
Katie Clarren was walking on a cloud, the big, puffy white kind that dotted a brilliant blue sky on a beautiful summer day. Or at least that’s what it felt like as she floated across the rustic, hardwood floors in what had become her favorite bar, taking drink orders and chatting it up with the customers. They were unusually busy tonight, but she knew who to thank for that.
Unlike her mood, the weather outside was dreary, the sky a dull gray, and the dark, heavy clouds were threatening to open up at any time. But that hadn’t stopped anyone from coming out to The Rusty Nail, even on a Monday night. They were here to see him, and she certainly couldn’t blame them.
Up on stage, Dalton Calhoun was gearing up to play for the small gathering, laughing with a group crowded by the edge of the stage while he set up, his wondrous smile making him that much more attractive. And that was saying something. The way he moved reflected his excitement and stirred the energy in the room, and yes, even Katie was infused with it. Yeah, the guy certainly loved to entertain a crowd, which was a good thing considering he was so freaking good at it.
Dalton was exactly as he appeared on television and in magazines, his picture probably hanging on the walls of teenage girls’ rooms everywhere. Having gotten to know him on another level, Katie had learned early on that there wasn’t anything fake about him. He was a country music phenom, one who had garnered the attention of women of every age. From his sexy dark hair usually hidden by his signature black Stetson to his drool-worthy ass, there was no question as to why everyone loved him. Including her.
However, Katie’s love was a little deeper than theirs was. Or at least she liked to think so.
Not only was she drawn to all six foot two inches of him and his intense, dark brown eyes, Katie had managed to establish a friendship with the man known for his quick smile and charming drawl. Aside from a few make-out sessions, it hadn’t gone much further than that. Yet.
And each night that she watched him up on that stage was a little different from the last time Katie had watched him play. He was more at ease with every performance, befriending the locals and becoming an integrated part of the town. However, she still recalled the first night she’d seen him walk into The Rusty Nail. Not to sound like a bad cliché, but that night had been the night that had changed her life.
Well, maybe not entirely, but from the moment she’d been introduced to Dalton by an incredibly enthusiastic Izzy, Katie had been pretty certain the world had taken on an entirely different hue, a little brighter than before he’d arrived in their small town.
As though Cooper Krenshaw hadn’t ratcheted up the pulse of their tiny little to
wn enough, they’d gone and added Dalton Calhoun to the mix, and Devil’s Bend was now at risk for high blood pressure.
The testosterone had hit astronomical levels that first night, and Katie was pretty sure it had only intensified ever since. Dalton was sex personified, all wrapped up in an extremely attractive, good ol’ boy package. And when he was up on that stage, all eyes went to him.
Including hers.
Not that she wanted him to know that, which was why she tried to play it cool. Katie would admit that she was good at quite a few things, but remaining calm and collected around Dalton wasn’t one of them. She hoped she was succeeding somewhat, because having to turn him down time and again for dates was getting a little troublesome. Mostly because she didn’t want to turn him down.
If Katie had her way, she would’ve long ago pursued something with Dalton. Perhaps a relationship, even something exclusive. If she hadn’t misread Dalton’s intentions, then it was safe to say that was the direction he’d been leading them for the last couple of months.
Unfortunately, her current life wasn’t at the appropriate stage for a relationship with the likes of Dalton Calhoun, or anyone, for that matter. She had too much going on to entertain the idea of having a man in her life, no matter how much she enjoyed Dalton’s company.
And that was why she had pushed back on him so much, limiting their time together as often as she could. Sure, they’d gone out a few times, but she’d insisted that they kept things on a more platonic level. Not that she’d succeeded, because when Dalton kissed her, all good intentions took a flying leap. The only way she managed to keep her distance was by insisting she was too busy to date. Which wasn’t exactly untrue. Between school and two part-time jobs, along with all of her personal responsibilities, Katie rarely found time to sleep, much less date.
Not that she was convincing Dalton of that.
Most of the time, he managed to corner her at closing time, inviting her to breakfast, sometimes alone, other times with Tessa and Cooper. Katie found that she enjoyed her time with him, but she knew that it wasn’t going to last. It couldn’t. However, if she wasn’t careful, she’d find herself actually dating the man, and that wasn’t in her plan. Not at the moment anyway.
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