sure as hell ain’t letting you divorce me to go marry some yuppie.” Giggling, I pull his face to mine and kiss him.
When we hear someone clear his throat behind us, we turn around and see Tate and Amie standing there.
“You guys ready to go?” Tate asks. I see a cut on his eyebrow and one across the bridge of his nose, but I bite my tongue. I’m not even sure I want to know what they were fighting about since it probably had something to do with me.
We nod, and we all make our way to the truck, Amie and Tate climbing in the back. I can hear her giggles so I can only imagine what is going on back there. I can see Jax out of the corner of my eye and he’s smirking.
When we pull up to Donovan’s Bar and Grill, I know it’s going to be a long night because we used to come here before we would go out to the orchards and party with all our friends.
Once we get a table and order our first round, I look around the room and see that things haven’t changed a bit in the last ten years. After we place our orders, we start talking about New York. Tate is hanging on every word that comes out of Amie’s mouth, which is funny because Tate has always been the man whore of the group, so it’s strange to watch him follow her around like a puppy dog.
After we finish our meals, I swear I see Tyler out of the corner of my eye. Shaking my head, I remind myself that he’s in prison. “You okay?” Jax asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Where are we going after this?”
“Well, I thought we could go to the bar in town. Sound good?” he asks, kissing my forehead. I nod and cuddle into him. The waitress comes around and drops off our check. Once everything is paid for, we make our way to the bar.
Chapter Eighteen
The first thing we do when we get to the bar is order a round of drinks, then we find a table and get comfortable. Once Amie and I have downed our first ones, we run off to the bar and order a few more. As we walk back to the table, I see Tate and Jax are arguing about something. Just before I can find out what, “Sweet Home Alabama” starts to play and Amie pulls me out to the dance floor.
After a few songs, Amie and I are sweaty, so we decide to head back to the table to cool off. I smell his cologne before he steps out of the shadows, and I freeze.
“T-Tyler…,” I stutter out. Smirking, he tries to grab my hand, but I jerk away. “Don’t touch me.” I look over at the table to see the guys making their way to us.
Tisking, Tyler holds his hand out, expecting me to take it. I take a step back. “Lyndley, let’s go. We have things to do. Since you couldn’t take care of business while I was in prison, you’ll be making up for lost time.” His eyes aren’t the same light brown color that I loved. They look almost black.
Jax grabs me around the waist and pulls me behind him. “Can I help you?” he growls.
Tyler looks him up and down. “Yeah, redneck. I’d appreciate it if you kept your dirty hands off my girlfriend.” My hands grip the back of Jax’s shirt. “Lyndley, let’s go. I don’t have all fucking day to waste in this hellhole.”
Jax reaches back and puts a hand on me. “She’s not going anywhere with you. So why don’t you take your Yankee ass back where you fucking came from.” Tyler tries to step closer to me, but Jax pushes him back. “Stay the fuck away from her. I won’t warn you again.”
I watch Tyler throw the first punch, barely missing Jax’s face. Tate pushes Amie and me back, calling one of their friends over to keep us from getting in the way.
“You must be Tyler. My girl told me about you. You finally come to claim what’s mine?” Jax says with a cocky grin. Before Tyler can swing, Jax hits him on his cheekbone. Tyler stumbles back, holding his face.
“She isn’t worth it. She’s just a whore anyway. Have fun with my sloppy seconds,” Tyler spits.
As he backs up, Jax charges after him, punching Tyler a few times
When we hear someone clear his throat behind us, we turn around and see Tate and Amie standing there.
“You guys ready to go?” Tate asks. I see a cut on his eyebrow and one across the bridge of his nose, but I bite my tongue. I’m not even sure I want to know what they were fighting about since it probably had something to do with me.
We nod, and we all make our way to the truck, Amie and Tate climbing in the back. I can hear her giggles so I can only imagine what is going on back there. I can see Jax out of the corner of my eye and he’s smirking.
When we pull up to Donovan’s Bar and Grill, I know it’s going to be a long night because we used to come here before we would go out to the orchards and party with all our friends.
Once we get a table and order our first round, I look around the room and see that things haven’t changed a bit in the last ten years. After we place our orders, we start talking about New York. Tate is hanging on every word that comes out of Amie’s mouth, which is funny because Tate has always been the man whore of the group, so it’s strange to watch him follow her around like a puppy dog.
After we finish our meals, I swear I see Tyler out of the corner of my eye. Shaking my head, I remind myself that he’s in prison. “You okay?” Jax asks.
“Yeah, I’m fine. Where are we going after this?”
“Well, I thought we could go to the bar in town. Sound good?” he asks, kissing my forehead. I nod and cuddle into him. The waitress comes around and drops off our check. Once everything is paid for, we make our way to the bar.
Chapter Eighteen
The first thing we do when we get to the bar is order a round of drinks, then we find a table and get comfortable. Once Amie and I have downed our first ones, we run off to the bar and order a few more. As we walk back to the table, I see Tate and Jax are arguing about something. Just before I can find out what, “Sweet Home Alabama” starts to play and Amie pulls me out to the dance floor.
After a few songs, Amie and I are sweaty, so we decide to head back to the table to cool off. I smell his cologne before he steps out of the shadows, and I freeze.
“T-Tyler…,” I stutter out. Smirking, he tries to grab my hand, but I jerk away. “Don’t touch me.” I look over at the table to see the guys making their way to us.
Tisking, Tyler holds his hand out, expecting me to take it. I take a step back. “Lyndley, let’s go. We have things to do. Since you couldn’t take care of business while I was in prison, you’ll be making up for lost time.” His eyes aren’t the same light brown color that I loved. They look almost black.
Jax grabs me around the waist and pulls me behind him. “Can I help you?” he growls.
Tyler looks him up and down. “Yeah, redneck. I’d appreciate it if you kept your dirty hands off my girlfriend.” My hands grip the back of Jax’s shirt. “Lyndley, let’s go. I don’t have all fucking day to waste in this hellhole.”
Jax reaches back and puts a hand on me. “She’s not going anywhere with you. So why don’t you take your Yankee ass back where you fucking came from.” Tyler tries to step closer to me, but Jax pushes him back. “Stay the fuck away from her. I won’t warn you again.”
I watch Tyler throw the first punch, barely missing Jax’s face. Tate pushes Amie and me back, calling one of their friends over to keep us from getting in the way.
“You must be Tyler. My girl told me about you. You finally come to claim what’s mine?” Jax says with a cocky grin. Before Tyler can swing, Jax hits him on his cheekbone. Tyler stumbles back, holding his face.
“She isn’t worth it. She’s just a whore anyway. Have fun with my sloppy seconds,” Tyler spits.
As he backs up, Jax charges after him, punching Tyler a few times
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