Vandalism and destruction of property.
Tyler turned over the page to read the crime report, his eyes narrowing. His momâs husband, Neil Kenetti, had been beating her, and when Jeremiah tried to step in, Neil knocked him around. Afraid he would kill them, Jeremiah ran outside and took a baseball bat to Neilâs car and then several cars down the block, setting off alarms all over the neighborhood. Neil started to chase Jeremiah down the street, and when people came out asking what was going on, Neil took off.
âWhy didnât the kid call the cops? Or go to a neighborâs house and have them call?â
âCheck the address. Itâs one of those neighborhoods where people donât want to get involved . . . unless it somehow affects them. And he didnât have a cell phone.â
âStill, why the hell is he being charged with anything?â
âBecause the mom wouldnât testify against her new husband, and several of the neighborsâ cars had minor damage.â
Tylerâs hands clenched around the file as he nodded. His mom had never been beaten, but sheâd been taken advantage of before his dad had come into the picture. Heâd been too young to help, to know what was going on, but if anyone had laid a hand on her . . .
For some reason, Daniâs pretty face flashed through his mind. He could never imagine fierce, protective Dani letting anyone hurt her, let alone Noah.
âYouâre right. I want him.â
Sparks slapped him on the back. âI thought you might.â
Sparks started to turn away, but before he even knew what he wanted to ask, Tyler blurted, âWere you ever freaked about hooking up with Violet? I mean, once you found out she was raising her brother and sister?â
Sparks paused and seemed to consider his answer. âYeah, I had reservations. I mean, Violet is essentially a single mom. Itâs a big commitment, because if things go south, itâs not just the two of you, but also the kid you have to consider.â
Tyler nodded. It was exactly what heâd thought. There was no way around it; no matter how much he may be attracted to Dani, she was in the small percentage of women who were off limits.
âWhy do you ask?â
Tyler just shrugged off Sparksâs question. âYou know, just curious is all.â
âYou finally thinking of settling down or something?â
Tyler cracked up. âMe? Dude, you know me. Iâm not ready to stop living yet.â
And then Sparks said something that was like a gut punch. âI thought the same thing, but honestly? I realized I wasnât really alive until I met Violet.â
As Tyler followed Sparks back inside, he thought about his life. About his bare house and his weekends filled with beer, women, and late nights, and he wondered for the first time if Sparks might be on to something.
Chapter Eight
T YLER AND HIS friends were out at Mickâs, a military bar in Old Town, shooting pool and drinking beer. Although they used to hang out several times a week, with Martinez and Sparks both in serious relationships, they had cut it down to just once, maybe twice. It sucked for Tyler, because this time out with his friends was almost cathartic. They talked about all the shit going on personally and at the program; anything he needed to get off his chest, he could do on nights like this.
He stood at the edge of the pool table, drinking from his beer glass, and realized that this time was coming to an end. Tyler was twenty-eight, and already his group of single friends was down by half. It wouldnât be long before Kline got back out there and met someone new, and then heâd be the last man standing.
Sure, there were other trainers he could hang with, but these were the men heâd been through some shit with. And not just group therapyâhe knew he could call on them anytime, and they would have his back.
Friends like that were hard to find, and it
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