Boys South of the Mason Dixon

by Abbi Glines

  I didn’t trust myself that close to her. I wanted to wrap her up in my arms. Tell her everything would be okay, which I knew it would never be.

  “Please, tell me. Tell me why you left me. At least give me that, Asher. I gave you everything and you threw it all away like it meant nothing to you. I loved you and you just used me and left me. You were the only man I wanted. I thought we were forever. You said we were forever. That you would never want anyone else. That I was everything to you.” She was crying uncontrollably now.

  “You were!” I roared. I couldn’t stand here any longer and let her keep believing she’d meant nothing to me. I knew I let her down. I knew I’d crushed her. I knew all that. But this had to end. “You were it for me. Dammit, Dixie, you probably always will be. But we can’t be. There are things you don’t know that make anything between us impossible. Things I won’t tell you, things I’ll take to the grave because I can’t hurt you anymore. I did hurt you and I’m sorry. I will be sorry for the rest of my life. But you’ll move on and fall in love with a guy who can love you back. Stay with you forever.” I paused as Steel’s white truck came around the house. He had to face her now. This had to be finished and done. “And Steel can’t love you either.”

  “Steel loves me,” Dixie replied, her voice cracking again.

  “Of course he does. Anyone that gets a chance to know you loves you almost immediately. You’re . . . you . . . Dix. You’re you.” I was going to say too much. I stopped talking and clenched my teeth as Steel parked his truck and climbed out. He looked pale. Like he’d been sick. He had to be stronger than this. Facing this shit was something no one should ever suffer. But we had to, thanks to the man we once thought hung the moon. He’d left behind a legacy of lies. One that would leave me soulless and hollow for the rest of my life.

  “Steel, what’s wrong?” Dixie asked. The concern in her voice made me jealous. I was being ridiculous, Dixie was my sister, and I was still being jealous over her. This disgusting, twisted, unfair life that our father had thrown our way was so fucking insane, I still couldn’t wrap my mind around it.

  I could sense Steel looking for help. I couldn’t do this for him. He had to end it. Send her away. “Remember what I said,” I told him, hoping that he understood. I wanted him to hold her when she broke.

  “I can’t,” he responded, shaking his head. I wasn’t sure what he meant. What was it that he couldn’t do? Steel couldn’t stay with her. He knew that.

  “Dixie, you’re our sister.” The words fell from his lips before I could register in my head exactly what he meant. He just said it. Steel just told her.

  I heard her gasp and as if in slow motion, I watched as confusion filled her eyes when Dixie turned and looked back at me. I had to fix this. He couldn’t do it this way. Not to Dixie. She’d never recover. He was going to ruin her too. She’d be as empty as I’d become.

  “Your mom . . .” Steel said as I yelled, “no,” stopping my brother from saying anything else. Why had I trusted him? What the fuck had I been thinking? I’d given him the power to hurt my Dixie. “Don’t do this,” I told him, as I moved quickly toward Steel. “ . . . had an affair with our dad,” he finished. The words were the last thing that came out of his mouth before my fist slammed into his jaw, knocking him back against his truck. If it had been anyone other than my brother, I would’ve continued to pummel him senseless, until he blacked out, or until he couldn’t speak anymore.

  I stood above him as he grabbed his jaw, glaring up at me. “She deserved to know,” he said, his slurring from the impact noticeable.

  “She didn’t deserve this. No one deserves this,” I replied, shaking my head.

  “Asher?” Dixie’s soft voice came from behind me and I tensed having to face her.

  “Fucking tell her. She knows now. Finish it,” Steel said, remaining on the ground, holding his swelling face.

  A hand touched my arm softly and I winced. I didn’t want Dixie to touch me. I couldn’t stand the memory of that. When she grabbed me before, I felt her anger. That was okay, but her gentle touch was something I couldn’t bear right now. I said, “Dixie, you don’t want to hear this,” unable to turn around and face her.

  “Yes, I do,” she replied.

  “Don’t, Dix. Just leave. Run like hell and don’t come near us again. Go home to that house up there and let your daddy hold you tight. Remind yourself you’re loved and you deserve a fairytale. Not what you’ll get down here. We can’t give you . . . anything. Not a fucking thing,” I spoke, then backed away, not wanting to look in her eyes.

  “Is he telling the truth? Did your . . . am I . . .” she trailed off, her voice turning into a whisper.

  “Our sister Dixie. You’re our sister.” Steel spoke and again I charged him. Two arms wrapped around mine, jerking me back. “Don’t. He’s right. This shit is something she needs to hear, Asher. It’s her life too,” Bray said. His voice was strained as I pulled against his hold, wanting to shut Steel up. “Can’t believe you kept this goddamn shit to yourself,” Bray said, pain etched in his words.

  “Go home, Dixie. Please,” I begged her, before Steel could say anything more.

  She shook her head and backed away unsteadily. Her face had paled and I realized that driving probably wasn’t safe.

  “Wait, don’t drive. Not like this. I’ll drive you and I’ll walk back.” I then yanked my arms free.

  “How do you know?” she asked.

  Telling Dixie anything more would only hurt her further. The people who’d conceived her both then abandoned her. This was all much worse for her than it could ever be for us. Didn’t Steel understand that? She was losing so much more. I wanted Dixie to live the life I couldn’t give her, the one I’d planned on, where she never doubted how special or loved she was. I just shook my head, refusing to give her any answers.

  “How?” Dixie asked again, staring at me with a pleading look in her eyes. The light in those eyes that I loved seeing was completely snuffed out now. Steel had destroyed her soul. I would never be able to forgive him. “You won’t tell me anything. How do I even know this isn’t some stupid mistake? Who told you this, Asher?”

  If I told her about the letters, she would demand that I show her. I didn’t want this touching Dixie any more than it already had. I preferred letting her walk away, without believing a word. “Go home to your daddy,” I repeated.

  “He found letters from your mom to our dad. Under a floorboard in the attic three years ago. He didn’t tell anyone because he thinks he’s protecting you,” Steel said, now standing again, his eyes remaining on me.

  Bray’s hand clamped down on my shoulder. “She deserves to know this, too. Stop trying to protect her, Asher.”

  “Letters? You have letters?” she asked, her eyes glistening with new tears. “You have letters saying that my daddy isn’t my father? That you . . .” she stopped and covered her mouth, unleashing a sob that shredded me. Rocked me through to the core. Her knees buckled and I started to move toward her, but Bray stopped me, moving instead. “No, I got her,” he said. I let him go, he loved her too, but he loved her the way a brother should.

  Bray pulled her into his arms. He held her as she tucked her head under his chin and sobbed. That was all that I’d wanted. Someone to hold her the way she needed it.

  “She deserved to know,” Steel said, reminding me that he was still here.

  “No one deserves this,” I replied, before turning and walking to my truck. I had to leave, I couldn’t stay here, watching Dixie fall apart. Just when I thought I couldn’t hurt any more, I was again proven wrong. Knowing that Dixie would now live this nightmare was more than I could handle.

  “Are you really dating Dixie?” Steel asked, as he reached the top of the stairs leading up to my attic bedroom. I’d always wondered if Steel liked Dixie. After all, they were the same age, she was beautiful, kind and smart. Why wouldn’t he like her? He should. Part of me hoped he would. Then I could stop feeling guilty about wanting a girl three
years younger than me and that I had no business being with.

  “Yeah,” I replied, picking up my duffel bag that had my clean uniform in it for the game later on tonight. “You good with that?” I wasn’t sure why I asked. If he wasn’t, it wouldn’t change anything. He’d had years to show interest in Dixie. Years. He’d missed his chance.

  He didn’t respond right away. He needed to get to the fieldhouse. He was a freshman and wasn’t starting, but he’d be taking my place next year. He had to act like my backup and be ready. “She’s a freshman, Asher. You’re going off to Florida next year.”

  Steel was stating the obvious. I calmly responded to my brother, “and when that time gets closer, Dix and I will deal with that like we should.”

  “She’s okay with you leaving?”

  Sighing, I grabbed my hat and put it on. “Look, if you like Dixie, you had years to show it. To do something. You never did. Once she turned fifteen, things changed for me. For us. She likes me, just as much as I like her. You can’t go getting weird about it now. Your time is up. Let’s get to the fieldhouse. Brent and Bray are already in the truck.”

  He turned and headed back down the stairs. His frowning eyebrows told me he wasn’t done with this. I figured we’d have it eventually. Steel was quieter than me. He was more studious and thought things over before he spoke. This would be no different. The horn on the truck then began to blare. Momma spoke to warn against the time, “better get out there. Y’all gonna be late,” she said as we walked into the kitchen. “Play hard. I’ll be watching.” She said the same thing every Friday night. And we all loved to hear it.

  “Yes, ma’am,” we replied in unison. I kissed her cheek then headed for the door. I knew Steel would do the same.

  “You taking Dixie to Jack’s after the game?” Momma called out behind me.

  “Yes ma’am,” I replied.

  “You talked to Luke about that?”

  “Yes, ma’am.”

  “Good. Didn’t want to hear you’d been shot by the neighbor. That would be inconvenient.”

  Smiling, I left the house, pushing thoughts of my brother, Dixie and her father back and away from the game. My focus had to be there. We were undefeated. I had to keep it that way. It was my responsibility.

  “Get your asses out here! I don’t want to run sprints after the fucking game because the two of you ran us late!” Bray yelled. He was right. I didn’t want to run sprints either. “We better hurry,” I told Steel, as I broke into a run. We tossed our bags into the bed of the truck beside Brent, Steel climbing in back with him. Bray was sitting on the passenger’s side. We had taken our usual seats. Next year, it would be Dallas in the back and Brent and Bray in the front. I’d be off at college. The thought made me sad.

  Dixie would be ten hours away. My life here would consist of holidays and a few short weeks in the summer. Steel was right. I had the rest of the school year. What if Dixie got tired of her boyfriend never being around? I’d lose her. She’d move on.

  Fuck. I couldn’t think about that right now. I had a game. I’d think about it later. There had to be an answer. We hadn’t had enough time together, and losing her wasn’t an option.

  Dixie Monroe

  FOR THREE YEARS, I’d wanted answers. Countless nights, I’d lain in bed, thinking that just knowing Asher still loved me would’ve made everything okay. That was all that mattered. Nothing could hurt more than Asher not loving me anymore.

  I’d been wrong.

  So very wrong.

  “Come on, Dix. Let’s take you home,” Bray said, as we began moving toward my Jeep. Home. My home. Was it still my home? Did Daddy know this? Did he love me anyway? Could I tell him? How could I tell him?

  “Does my daddy know?” I asked Bray.

  He reached around me and opened the passenger’s door. “I didn’t even know. So I’m not sure who knew, but it won’t make a difference to your daddy. He loves you and has loved you all your life. In his heart, you’re his little girl. That’s something I’m fucking positive about.”

  I let Bray help me up into the Jeep. I felt as if I was walking through fog. Nothing made sense. My bearings were destroyed. I’d watched as Asher’s truck drove away, but I never saw Steel leave. I couldn’t look at him now, he’d been the one I hoped could eventually heal me, but he’d just made it all worse.

  “Why would he keep this from me?” I asked, staring out the window at the field of hay, the birds moving, dipping, enjoying themselves, while I was trapped in hell.

  “Because since you were a kid he’s protected you. He’d do anything to protect you, Dixie. It wasn’t the right decision, but it was because he loves you. He’s suffered alone for three years with this and all because he loves you. He didn’t want you to know it. He wanted you happy. You can’t completely fault him for that.”

  He wanted me happy? He’d broken my heart. How was that making me happy? “He can’t love me. His actions prove different.”

  Bray sighed and cranked the Jeep. “His love ain’t normal when it comes to you. Never was,” he replied. “But don’t doubt that he loves you, Dixie. Damn, he smashed in our little brother’s face because he was trying to protect you. Asher’s never hit one of us. We’ve hit each other and he’s broken it up, but he’s always brought it to a halt. He picked you over Steel. That’s fucking huge. Be mad at him for not telling you, but don’t think he doesn’t love you.”

  I couldn’t listen to this. He was my brother. Asher was my brother. The horror of that washed over me, a wail filling the Jeep as I curled into a ball and allowed the sorrow to consume me.

  Asher stood with his arm around me as he laughed at Brent mocking Bray, the two battling it out over pool. I was at Jack’s after a game. At Jack’s and I was with Asher. This was another daydream I’d repeatedly played in my head so many times, I had a hard time now believing it was happening. That I was here with him, my daddy knew about it, and everything was okay. Asher went to see him after school, before he’d gone to the fieldhouse to prepare for their game. He’d talked to daddy and promised him I’d be safe and with him at all times. When daddy agreed to let me go, I threw myself at him, hugging him tightly and thanking him right there in front of Asher. I’d expected him to say no. But Asher was good with people. Everyone liked and trusted him.

  “You want another Coke?” Asher asked me.

  “No, thanks. I’m good,” I replied.

  He pressed a kiss to my temple and whispered, “If you’re bored, we can go.”

  As if I could ever be bored with Asher Sutton. “I’m enjoying myself. This is the first time I’ve ever been in the front of Jack’s. Daddy always made me pick up the food in the back.”

  Asher chuckled. “I know. I’ve seen you more than once through that door over there.”

  “And I’ve also seen you,” I replied. I’d been looking for him. I knew he was in here. I’d seen his truck. But that sounded stalkerish, so I kept that information to myself.

  Andrea James then cooed, “Hey, Asher, you were amazing tonight,” sauntering up to him, and pressing her body against his as if I wasn’t standing right there next to him. “I have a special treat for you. Want to leave this party?”

  Asher tightened his hold around me, scooting closer, and moving back from Andrea. “I’m here with Dix. I thought that was obvious.”

  Andrea finally looked at me, as if she hadn’t realized I was there. “Oh, I didn’t think you’d be with her. Asher, she’s a freshman.”

  “I’m aware of that and yes, I’m with her.”

  Andrea smirked. “Okay then. When you get tired of babysitting, you know my number.”

  When she turned to walk off, Asher looked down at me. “She’s a bitch. The crazy kind. Sorry about that, Dixie.”

  “And Asher never tapped that ass. He’s smarter than that,” Bray said, a little too loudly for my taste. “But I might now that Asher’s off the market.”

  “You know he’s an idiot, right?” Asher said with an apologetic smile.
“But he’s right. I’m off the market.”

  I laughed. It felt right. Being with Asher. Laughing at his brothers. I’d grown up with the Sutton boys. This fit. Made sense.

  As for Andrea James, Asher would get a lot of that kind of attention in his life. I could get jealous every time it happened or accept it for what it was. The way Asher had kept his arm around me and dealt with her made it easier for me to handle, giving me no reason to feel insecure. He was beautiful and women loved him, but now he was mine.

  “Don’t worry about her sister either. He won’t be going after Emily James’ ass. After Asher set her straight for doing that shit to you, he wrote her off. Hell, we all did. She messed with our Dixie,” Brent said, winking and smiling at me, like I knew this had happened.

  I tilted my head back and looked up at Asher, who was glaring at his brother. “You made Emily stop?”

  He sighed then nodded. “Yeah.”

  “How did you know it was her?”

  “Asked a few questions,” he responded. “Didn’t want you suffering anymore.”

  There was no possible way for me not to love Asher. He owned my heart. I stepped to his front, wrapped my arms around his neck, and held him tight. “Thank you,” I said. “You’re my hero.”

  “Hey, I threatened her, too,” Bray called from across the pool table.

  “She’s not hugging you. Back the hell off,” Asher returned as he hugged me back.

  If my life could always be this perfect, I never wanted it to end. There’d be no one for me but Asher. I was young, but that I knew. When your soul finds its match, there’s no doubt in your heart. Telling Asher I loved him right now was too soon, I knew I had to wait. So as much as I wanted to pepper his face with kisses and tell him how I felt, I didn’t. Instead, I let him turn me in his arms and hold me against his chest. I would have been happy to stay there forever.

  Steel Sutton

  ASHER HADN’T COME home last night. Bray and Brent went to look for him and came back after two in the morning with no sign of our big brother. Momma was going to notice that he wasn’t here. Keeping his disappearance from her would be hard. I could smell the bacon now and knew we’d have a big breakfast waiting on us.

  I believed I’d done the right thing. Dixie needed to know. It was wrong to keep that kind of thing from her. Why couldn’t Asher see that? I wouldn’t desert her the way he had, but she needed to know the reason we couldn’t be together anymore.