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away, but I follow, refusing to let him get off
that easy.
    “ Chicken shit
motherfucker,” I taunt. “Come in my bar, flashing your daddy’s
money and thinking we should kiss your ass.” None of what I said is
true. Beau didn’t always have his dad’s money. Hell, Beau can’t
stand the guy. But I want a reaction.
    “ Don’t do this, Cole,”
Wyatt calls out. A quick glance over my shoulder lets me know that
he and Parker are shadowing me.
    “ Yeah, Cole, stop being
Parker’s mommy,” Beau taunts and I lunge for him. Wyatt comes out
of nowhere, getting between us and shoving me away.
    “ You don’t want to hit
him,” Wyatt says, voice calm, but his face is drawn
tight.
    My heart’s racing and I’m
roaring to go. Red colors my vision. “The. Hell. I. Don’t.” I take
a step forward and this time Wyatt grabs me.
    “ Let him.” Beau crosses
his arms over his chest. He’s a little taller than me and leaner,
but the kid can fight dirty as hell when he wants. “I haven’t given
anyone a good ass-whipping in a while. Not even the girls who
wanted one.”
    Usually that kinky shit he
likes to throw out there would have me rolling my eyes or
laughing. Usually.
    Wyatt’s hands tighten on my
biceps, and he gives me a little shake. “Nah, he’s good. Isn’t that
right, Cole?” His brows lift as he waits for my answer. “You want
to hit someone tonight, bro? Better be me.”
    We stand there, face to
face, not moving a muscle. A minute passes, then another, until the
red tint bleeds away from my eyes. I scrub my hand over my face and
take a deep breath. “I’m not hitting you.”
    Wyatt lets his hands fall.
“Didn’t think you would.”
    Suddenly, Beau pipes up,
his voice all scratchy as he says, “Cole…I’m sorry. Parker, too.
I…it’s—” He plops down in the nearest chair and says the one thing
that could make me forgive him, “It’s their anniversary.”
    Ah, hell. Now I feel like a
total dick. I walk to him, Wyatt and Parker at my side. “Hey,
whatever you need. We got you.”
    “ I need to forget. Y’all
got something for that?” Beau asks, then he stands and walks out of
the bar.
    Parker punches me in the
shoulder and I turn my attention to him. “What the hell’s your
problem?”
    “ I don’t need you
defending me all the time,” he says, his green eyes all
hard.
    “ Excuse me for giving a
shit.” I kick a chair, the same one Beau had been occupying. It
crashes into a nearby table and falls to the floor.
    Wyatt strolls up to me and
I know I’m in for it. “Tomorrow. You. Me. Sully’s Place. Four
o’clock.”
    “ Fine,” I
grunt.
    “ I’m out of here. Give me
a ride home, Wy?” Parker throws his bottle in the trash.
    “ Sure.” Wyatt slices his
gaze back to me. “You okay?”
    I smirk. “Never
better.”
    He pats me on the shoulder,
following Parker out the door.
    Smirk falling away, I look
around the place, then amble to the overturned chair and pick it
up. Honestly, I’d like to throw the damn thing through a window.
But the only one we have is in the back office and money ain’t
exactly flowing around here.
    “ Dumbass,” I
mutter.
    After cleaning and locking
up the bar for the final time, I head home, listening to
AWOLNATION’s Sail . For some reason, I slow the Jeep down as I pass by the
Givens’ house. There’s a light on and I wonder if it’s Rae’s room.
Then my dirty mind starts to wonder what she’s wearing while
sitting in the middle of a big bed. All alone, waiting for
me.
    Wouldn’t that be something?
To have someone waiting up for me, like I mattered to them. I love
my brother and sister, I really do, but it’s not the same. I want
something different.
    Blowing out a breath, I hit
the gas.
    Something different will
never happen to me. It’s just not in the cards.
    ***
    The next morning, Parker,
Kelly and I head to Gentle Winds instead of taking Kelly to church.
Once a month we’re allowed to visit my mother at the rehabilitation
center. I