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most of the muscles in his body began to scream in pain,
thanks either to the dinky couch, or to his rampage the night before.
Shit… he
thought, as memories began to rise in his mind like alligators from a cloudy
bog. He was sure to get an earful from Beck about kicking in that bathroom
stall door at the roadhouse; one of his old buddies was the owner. He tried to
conjure the state of mind he had been in when he did it, but it was like he had
been possessed by some crazy emotional haze. He wasn’t the kind of dude to kick
in doors looking to defend his claim to a woman. He had never wanted for women;
he had never had to fight for one.
Jase realized that he was admitting to
himself that Maggie had been right. He was jealous. The sight of Maggie
in that den after all these years had been one kind of pain. The sight of some
other dude ’ s hands all over
her, his lips on hers - that brought a whole different version he had been
completely unprepared to face.
One of the hardest years of his life had
been the one after Maggie left him. So much drinking, drugs, mindless sex … a few stints in County for picking fights just so he
could feel alive. It had been a hard, slow climb out of that abyss. He ’ d
sworn off everything but pot and booze and smokes; he got his physical
aggression out at the gym; and he didn’t bother wasting any more time with
long-term women. When Jase felt lonely or hot, he would find a solution to that
temporary problem, and then go back to his normal life. He had found a sort of
peace this way.
And he had actually fooled himself into
thinking he was healed from feeling things for her.
Jase felt a headache pulsing quietly at the
bottom of his temples. He groaned to himself and tried to stretch some of the
tension out of his body. Down the hallway, he heard the creaking of a door and
the sound of socked feed padding on hardwood.
Maggie came from around the corner. He
could tell she was fresh out of sleep. She always had a look like a grumpy kid
whenever he used to wake her up too early. Her curls were still a little wild,
and Jase saw the dark trails of makeup swirled around her eyes. She wore the
t-shirt from the day before, but her legs were bare; she only had on her dark
blue underwear. The moment was as pleasant to his eyes as it was upsetting to
his heart.
Jase said nothing. He hadn’t had time to
even consider what he would say to Maggie after last night.
Maggie had one arm wrapped around her
belly. She held out the other, handing Jase her phone. “It ’ s
for you. ”
Jase looked instinctively at his own phone
on the floor and remembered it was dead. He took the phone from Maggie. She
turned immediately and shuffled back down the hallway to her bedroom without
another word.
Jase put the phone to his ear. “ Yeah,
this is Jase. ”
“ Where the fuck have you
been? I ’ m supposed to be
able to check in on you! ” It
was Henry.
The headache pulsed. “Sorry,
boss. I’ve been with Maggie all night, like you
asked. She ’ s fine. I just
left my charger in my saddle bag last night. ”
“ For god ’ s
sake, Jase—“
“ It won’t happen again. ”
“— things are not fine.
There was a shooting. ”
Jase froze. He turned to look towards
Maggie ’ s bedroom. “ What
happened? ”
“ Someone tore up Hot
Tamales last night just after midnight. ”
Jase slumped back onto the couch. “ Jesus
Christ. ”
“ Take Maggie to the
clubhouse and make sure it ’ s
understood that she remains there. Then I need you to meet me and the sheriff
at the club. ”
Jase got off the phone with Henry and
rushed down the hallway. He knocked on Maggie ’ s
door. “ We
have to go, now. Get dressed. ”
“ What? It ’ s
like seven in the morning! Fuck off! ” came
her muffled reply.
“ Maggie, there was a
goddamn shooting. Will you do something without a fight, for once? ”
There was
thanks either to the dinky couch, or to his rampage the night before.
Shit… he
thought, as memories began to rise in his mind like alligators from a cloudy
bog. He was sure to get an earful from Beck about kicking in that bathroom
stall door at the roadhouse; one of his old buddies was the owner. He tried to
conjure the state of mind he had been in when he did it, but it was like he had
been possessed by some crazy emotional haze. He wasn’t the kind of dude to kick
in doors looking to defend his claim to a woman. He had never wanted for women;
he had never had to fight for one.
Jase realized that he was admitting to
himself that Maggie had been right. He was jealous. The sight of Maggie
in that den after all these years had been one kind of pain. The sight of some
other dude ’ s hands all over
her, his lips on hers - that brought a whole different version he had been
completely unprepared to face.
One of the hardest years of his life had
been the one after Maggie left him. So much drinking, drugs, mindless sex … a few stints in County for picking fights just so he
could feel alive. It had been a hard, slow climb out of that abyss. He ’ d
sworn off everything but pot and booze and smokes; he got his physical
aggression out at the gym; and he didn’t bother wasting any more time with
long-term women. When Jase felt lonely or hot, he would find a solution to that
temporary problem, and then go back to his normal life. He had found a sort of
peace this way.
And he had actually fooled himself into
thinking he was healed from feeling things for her.
Jase felt a headache pulsing quietly at the
bottom of his temples. He groaned to himself and tried to stretch some of the
tension out of his body. Down the hallway, he heard the creaking of a door and
the sound of socked feed padding on hardwood.
Maggie came from around the corner. He
could tell she was fresh out of sleep. She always had a look like a grumpy kid
whenever he used to wake her up too early. Her curls were still a little wild,
and Jase saw the dark trails of makeup swirled around her eyes. She wore the
t-shirt from the day before, but her legs were bare; she only had on her dark
blue underwear. The moment was as pleasant to his eyes as it was upsetting to
his heart.
Jase said nothing. He hadn’t had time to
even consider what he would say to Maggie after last night.
Maggie had one arm wrapped around her
belly. She held out the other, handing Jase her phone. “It ’ s
for you. ”
Jase looked instinctively at his own phone
on the floor and remembered it was dead. He took the phone from Maggie. She
turned immediately and shuffled back down the hallway to her bedroom without
another word.
Jase put the phone to his ear. “ Yeah,
this is Jase. ”
“ Where the fuck have you
been? I ’ m supposed to be
able to check in on you! ” It
was Henry.
The headache pulsed. “Sorry,
boss. I’ve been with Maggie all night, like you
asked. She ’ s fine. I just
left my charger in my saddle bag last night. ”
“ For god ’ s
sake, Jase—“
“ It won’t happen again. ”
“— things are not fine.
There was a shooting. ”
Jase froze. He turned to look towards
Maggie ’ s bedroom. “ What
happened? ”
“ Someone tore up Hot
Tamales last night just after midnight. ”
Jase slumped back onto the couch. “ Jesus
Christ. ”
“ Take Maggie to the
clubhouse and make sure it ’ s
understood that she remains there. Then I need you to meet me and the sheriff
at the club. ”
Jase got off the phone with Henry and
rushed down the hallway. He knocked on Maggie ’ s
door. “ We
have to go, now. Get dressed. ”
“ What? It ’ s
like seven in the morning! Fuck off! ” came
her muffled reply.
“ Maggie, there was a
goddamn shooting. Will you do something without a fight, for once? ”
There was
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