To Find Love Again
Author
E. Adamson
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The Unexpected Call
JOSIAH
Jab. Jab.
Jab. Cross. Hook. Jab.
Josiahâs eyes stung from the sweat dripping down his forehead as he pummeled the 100-pound bag that hung in the corner of his office.
Maybe he wasnât as strong as he used to be. Maybe his form wasnât as good as it was during his days as a pro.
But a steady stream of rage flowed through him at all times, and he channeled it into every sharp, powerful punch.
This exercise was the daily release he desperately needed.
He couldnât let loose on any more poor, unassuming guys that crossed him at the wrong time. It wasnât right.
He needed to set an example for his crew: to only use force when absolutely necessary.
Jab. Hook. Jab.
RING.
Josiahâs violent meditation was interrupted by the blaring of his cell phone.
He wiped his brow with the hem of his T-shirt and peered at the screen. It was a call from an unknown number. He answered.
âWhatâs up?â Josiah was never one for pleasantries.
âJosiah Anderson?â
âYeahâŠâ
âHello. This is Mr. Lawson of Lawson & Son Law Firm in Bracketville.â
Bracketville??
Josiah felt his chest tighten.
âWellâumââ Mr. Lawson continued, âIâm sorry to tell you this butâŠMr. and Mrs. Tucker are dead.â
Josiah slammed the phone down onto his desk. His face was stoic, but the newly-formed cracks in his phone screen betrayed his pain.
âHello? Mr. Anderson? Are you alright?â continued the voice of the lawyer, Mr. Lawson.
Josiahâs hand shook as he pulled the phone back up to his ear. âWhat do you want from me?â he said sharply.
âWell, Josiah, itâs very important that you come down to my office as soon as possible. I need to review their wills with you.â
âWhy?â Josiah hadnât seen the Tuckers in years. Three years to be exact. No way they would leave him anything.
âI canât discuss the specifics over the phone, but the Tuckers were always very fond of you. Even afterââ
Mr. Lawson cut himself off. Josiah swallowed the knot that was forming in his throat.
âPlease come to my office tomorrow at noon. Do you need the address?â
âI know where it is.â
Josiah abruptly hung up the phone.
He let out a primal grunt and ran full speed into the punching bag.
Then he stepped back and continued his assault, seething as his grief and anger coursed through his fists.
Josiah had vowed to never return to Bracketville. Not after what had happened to Misty.
Sweet Misty Tucker.
His wife. The love of his life. Shot dead in her prime.
Misty didnât have to die. That bullet had been meant for him. She didnât have to take it. And yet, she had.
She had because sheâd loved him. Loved him more than any man on Earth probably deserved.
More than he deserved, anyway.
And because of that, because of that love, he was living and she wasnât.
She had died, and he had lived. And now he was alone.
âWoah,â said a voice from the doorway. âIâd hate to be the guy youâre picturing right now.â
Josiah turned to find Promise watching him through the doorway.
Promise was Josiahâs closest friend. His âsister from another mister.â
She could always tell when something was wrong with Josiah, so there was no use pretending.
âMistyâs parents are dead,â he blurted out unceremoniously before crashing down into his desk chair.
âWoah! Wow. How do youâ? Are you okay?â She bolted into the room and sat opposite him.
âA lawyer called from Bracketville. Apparently Iâm named in their will.â
Promiseâs eyes widened. âWoof. What are you gonna do?â
Josiah just shook his head, raking his fingers through his hair.
âYouâll be miserable if you go,â Promise said.
âYeahââ
âBut if you donât, youâll be even more miserable. Misty would have wanted you to show up for them.â
Josiah shot daggers at her. âDonât do that.â
âWoah. Donât look at me like Iâm your punching bag. You know Iâm right.â
Unfortunately for Josiah, she was. But it still pissed him off to hear it.
Promise reached over the desk and rested a hand on Josiahâs forearm. âMe and Rico will hold down the fort here.â
Bracketville was a five-hour drive away. Going there would mean leaving his Motorcycle Club behind for a day or two.
Josiah was the president of the Fury Riders, and the club meant everything to him. The members had become his surrogate family after heâd lost Misty.
Rico was his second-in-command, but Josiah wasnât sure if he was prepared to handle the operations of the club without him.
Promise mustâve sensed his unease. âJoey,â Promise whispered, âit will be fine. You have a Promiseâs promise. Thatâs the best kind of promise there is.â
She winked at him, and Josiah softened. She could always make him feel better.
Josiah nodded, resolved in what he was going to do.
He would go to Bracketville that night.
***
Josiah awoke at eight a.m. in a dusty Bracketville motel room.
He got ready for the day and checked out his appearance in the smudge-filled bathroom mirror.
Piercings in both of his ears. A few scars from his boxing days. A silver skull ring. Full tattoo sleeves on both of his arms.
And one tattoo that couldnât be covered by a jacket or long sleeve shirt. The bold letters F.R. inked onto his right hand, in honor of his MC.
Josiah did not look like someone who was going to an important meeting with a lawyer. But he didnât care.
Let them stare.
He had dealt with more than his fair share of judgmental glares when heâd visited this town with Misty.
Especially from Mistyâs brother Andrew.
Andrew had always disliked Josiah. When Misty died, that distaste had turned into a deep, profound vitriol.
Would Andrew Tucker rear his weaselly little head? Did he still even live in Bracketville?
Josiah exhaled long and hard.
Only one way to find outâŠ
But he wasnât sure he would be able to control his temper if Andrew tried anything today.
This was the thought that rattled around in his head as he started his motorcycle and began his ride through Bracketville, toward the offices of Lawson & Son.
***
BROOKE
Brooke Mitchell leaned back in her chair and let out a long, profoundly bored yawn.
She could literally see the water in the flower vase evaporating, thatâs how bored she was.
It was her third day filling in at Lawson & Son, and she could have sworn that each second that passed had been slightly longer than the previous one.
It wasnât that she disliked Mr. Lawson. He was a good man, albeit a very tired one.
And it wasnât that she disliked the extra pay she got from filling in; she was more than happy to have that.
It was just that business was slow, and slow meant boring.
No one had come in over the last three days, and there was only so much paperwork one could file.
Business had been so lethargic that Brooke had actually found time to do her online college homework.
Or, to be more accurate, sheâd found time to start doing her online homework and then get bored of that as well.
Brooke glanced eagerly at the clock, which, somehow, seemed to be in the exact same position as it was fifteen minutes ago. What was she going to do?
She closed her eyes and massaged her neck. She relished in the feeling of her fingers digging into her tight muscles.
She wished someone else was there to massage her so that she could relax into the pressure of their touch.
A thought entered her mind. A naughty, mischievous thought that was sure to get her fired, but she was sure was what she needed at the moment.
She glanced over her shoulder to check that no one was there and then leaned forward and discreetly typed âerotic massage storiesâ into Google.
Within an instant, her browser was flooded with countless sexy encounters to choose from.
This alone was enough to make Brooke smile, and for the seat of her pants to grow warm.
She sighed contently and leaned back in her chair; she clicked one entitled âHappy Endings.â
PING!
Brooke glanced down at her phone and saw that sheâd just received a series of texts from Ron, the monstrosity of a man who insisted upon calling himself her âex.â
So it was painful, but no surprise to her, when she opened the phone and saw the following messages.
Ron
Where r u, BB?
Ron
Why haven't u responded to my texts?
Ron
U better answer RN
Ron
U r my girl! U gotta answer me!
Brooke
Leave me alone!
Brooke
I am not your girl.
Ron
If ur not my girl y were u doing dirty things to me?
Ron
Huh BB???
Ron
I miss ur mouth.
Brooke
Stop, Ron.
Ron
I need u.
Brooke felt her cheeks flush with colorâthough whether it was from rage or shame she couldnât tell.
It wasnât just the utter arrogance of these statements.
It wasnât just the entitled, misogynistic belief that she was âhisâ and therefore had to answer his questions and let him know where she was at all times.
It was the fact that he called her BB.
The name that heâd given her that awful night.
The name that brought back the smell of cheap beerâthe sound of deafening laughter.
The name that had pushed her from merely thinking about leaving Bracketville, to absolutely needing to.
***
JOSIAH
Josiah checked the time as he cruised toward the office. He was early but preferred to keep people waitingâespecially lawyers.
He decided to take a quick detour to a place he visited a lot in his dreams.
Mistyâs favorite old oak tree.
When they rode past it the night they met, sheâd lifted up the visor of her helmet and spat on its roots.
âIâm watering it,â she said, which made Josiah laugh so hard that heâd skidded to a stop, turned around on his bike, and kissed her for the very first time.
Now, when he rounded the corner and saw the spot, a sharp dagger cut through his heart.
No. No no no.
The lawn had been paved over into a parking lot. The tree was gone.
He had wanted to run his fingers over the letters JA+MT that they had etched into the wood on their anniversary. Now he never could.
But who cares? he found himself thinking. It wouldnât make him feel better anyway.
He bolted away from the scene toward Lawson & Son, staying on course, trying to avoid any other landmarks that would remind him of Misty.
But it was difficult. Their love story was tattooed all over Bracketville.
When he returned to the main road, Josiah glanced up and saw five rough-looking young men standing on the corner, drinking.
They all gave him the finger as he passed.
BracketvilleâŠcharming as always.
Josiah was tempted to stop, to break those pesky fingers, to teach them a lesson about manners.
But there was no time and no use. They werenât hurting anyone, after all.
Instead, he clenched his Harleyâs handles and revved the engine, focusing his gaze back on the road.
Lawson & Son. It was around here somewhere.
Misty would always make fun of the cheesy poster of the two Lawsons standing back to back, arms crossed.
He needed to find it so that he could get whatever the Tuckers had left him and get back to the Fury Riders.
Get back to his family.
Get away from the sorrow and regret that permeated this rusty shell of a town.
BROOKE
Brooke was still staring, unblinking, at the texts from Ron.
Even the sight of his name paralyzed her. She didnât want to respond, that was for sure. But if she didnât, he would track her down.
Brooke was pulled from her reverie by a loudâ
VROOM! VROOM!
The roar of a motorcycle ripped through the Lawson & Son parking lot.
Frowning, she looked around for the source of the noise and let out a little gasp.
There, right outside the office, seated atop a giant, black, chrome-plated motorbike, was a man sheâd never seen before.
And what a glorious specimen of manhood he was!
He had no helmet on; he wore only aviator shades. His long, dark hair was pulled back into a ponytail. And his skin was smooth and tan.
Brooke felt her heart rate spike, and she leaned forward, all trace of boredom and fear of Ron gone in an instant.
Heâs headed over here!
As the stranger approached Lawson & Son, Brooke got a much better sense of his height.
He was hugeâwell over 6 feetâand positively covered with muscles. He reminded her of a professional wrestler sheâd seen on TV once.
Oh, what was his name?
She didnât have time to remember, though, because the door opened, and he stepped in.
***
JOSIAH
Josiah stepped into the office, expecting to be greeted by some stuffy, unpleasant lawyer. But he stopped in his tracks when he saw the girl behind the desk.
She was, to put it bluntly, gorgeous.
She had hazel eyes, long, blonde hair, and a peachy complexion.
Josiah also noticed her green blouse, showing off her considerable bust.
Heâd run through all the potential scenarios of things and people he might encounter in Bracketville.
Coming face-to-face with an intriguing, blonde beauty wasnât even on the listâlet alone at the top.
She really was a knockout.
Before he could even muster the word âhello,â Josiah found himself staring at her lips, imagining what it would be like to kiss her softly, to caress her lustrous skin.
This girl had to be the most exquisite example of womanhood heâd ever seen.
Well, not the most exquisite. That title still went to Misty.
Misty.
As this thought entered his mind, he found a weed of doubt sprouting up in his heart.
He hadnât been with anyone in three years. Not since Mistyâs death.
Was this genuine attraction he was feeling right now? Or was it just loneliness?
He contorted his face into a polite smile, uttered an incomprehensible greeting, and then yanked his eyes away from the girl and over to her computer monitor.
***
BROOKE
The stranger was right hereâin front of her. And he was smiling!
She felt her heart rate jumping. She felt her cheeks flushing. She felt her thoughts running away from her.
Snap out of it, she told herself. Be a professional and say something!
But even as she did this, she struggled to pull her eyes away from his mammoth pectoral muscles. Then suddenly, she noticed something.
The stranger wasnât looking at her. He was looking at her screen, skimming the sexy story that was open in her browser window.
That was why he was smirking.
Brooke felt her heart skip a beat.
Oh crap!
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