Delilah

Jason and I have been playing house for weeks. We don’t go out much, just to do the regular errands. Billy hangs out with us, sometimes to help and other times to drink a few beers. It’s a peaceful existence.

Too peaceful.

As soon as I hear the screen door slam close, I run into the barn to find Billy. “Billy?”

He comes out from the area where we keep old equipment. “Yeah?”

“Have you heard from Cole lately?”

“Saw him yesterday. What’s up?”

“He doesn’t usually take his ego getting bruised so lightly.”

Sitting on a stump of wood my dad used for a chair, he takes off his cowboy hat and runs a hand through his hair. “Are you talking about what happened at Red River between him and Jason?”

“Yeah. I’ve been worried, living every day like he’s about to strike. Is he?”

“You have Jason around. You don’t have to worry, Delilah.”

“I don’t want Jason fighting this battle. I don’t want Jason near Cole at all. It won’t end well. You know that.”

“Jason can handle himself. I saw him pin Cole to the ground by a neck hold. The guy’s got a lethal side to him.”

You’re telling me. “Wait, when did that happen?”

“When Jason first arrived back in town. Same place. Red River.”

Jason didn’t tell me that. We both look back toward the farmhouse when we hear the screen door slam again. My heart picks up speed. “I’m serious. I don’t want Jason and Cole near each other. You’ll let me know if you hear about Cole coming out here, right?”

“You know I will.”

Finding some relief, I smile. “Thanks. I appreciate it.”

From behind, Jason walks into the barn. “You sticking around, Billy?” He’s far enough away to not have heard us talking. “I was thinking about it. I was also thinking about getting laid.”

“Billy.” I shake my head and pretend I was tending to the rusted tools hanging on the wall. “Gross.”

“Really? Are we fifteen? A man has needs, Delilah. I’m assuming a woman does too, so I’m going to go help one out with those needs tonight.”

Jason’s laughing too hard or is smart enough to not get involved in this conversation in the first place. I start walking away, but I stop and go back. “You can’t say stuff like that in front of my sister when she comes to visit.”

“Why not?”

I cross my arms and roll my eyes. “Because she’s used to men with class.”

“Annnnnd?”

“And,” I say, then huff, frustrated he doesn’t get my drift without me spelling it out for him. “And, do you have a tie?”

“Delilah.” Now Jason joins in.

“What? I’m just asking if he has a tie.”

Billy responds instead, “Yes, I do. Why are you trying to set me up with your sister?”

“Because I like you and I love her, and I think you guys might work well together.”

“Your sister has hated me since I was eight. I don’t think she’s going to like you trying to set us up.”

He’s not saying no. Actually, he’s not saying he wouldn’t be interested in being set up either. Maybe he likes Shelby more than he’s letting on. “Nobody even remembers you pushing her into the mud.”

“Except you.”

And my sister. “Doesn’t matter,” I reply. “We’re not kids anymore. Right, Jason?”

His hands are up and he’s backing away. “I’m not getting involved in this one.”

Rolling my eyes, I turn back to Billy, and say, “Wear the tie over for dinner on Friday night. Okay?”

“Am I going to church?”

“No, but if you play your cards right—oh God, what am I saying?” I laugh at myself. “Just wear something nice—not too dressy but not straight off the farm.”

“Some women like straight off the farm, but I have a feeling your sister is not going to like this setup one bit.”

“What’s not to like? Four friends getting together to hang out and catch up is all good stuff.”

“Guess we’ll find out. As for these tools, I think I can clean ’em up and sell them. You don’t use them, and Ricardo has his own.”

“If we can make money off them, let’s sell them. Every penny counts.”

Jason says, “Speaking of money, I wanted to talk when you have a few minutes.”

Although I’m curious to know what he wants to talk about specifically, I don’t push for more with Billy standing here. “Okay.”

Billy gets to work, pulling the tools out from the corner and I join Jason as he walks to his truck. I ask, “Is everything all right?”

“Yeah, it’s good. I’m good. You?”

“I’m good. Since we’re all good, I’ve been meaning to ask you about the fair again. With Red River not working out how we planned, how are you feeling about the fair?”

He pulls the tailgate down and sits atop it. “I’m fine with it. The reality is we can’t stay holed up here forever.”

Moving between his legs, I run my hands over his denim-clad thighs. “I don’t want to be controlled by my ex.”

“I fucking hate that you even have an ex.” Taking me by surprise, he brings me in for a kiss.

It’s possessive and greedy, abrupt and lustful. My body’s temperature rises as does my need for him. “How do you turn me on from one kiss?”

“Because you know what follows.” He hops off. “You want to go upstairs?”

Looking back at Billy, I debate briefly, but decide against it. “He works for free to help me out. I think we should wait.”

“I’ll wait, but I can’t promise I’ll be good.”

“I love when you’re bad.”

“Hold on to your britches, Ms. Noelle, because I put the bad in bad boy.”

“Bad boys are my weakness.”

“Then I’m one lucky bastard.”

I’m the lucky one, but I’ll let him own the title for a bit. “We should finish the chores so we can have some fun sooner rather than later.”

“I like the way you think.”

“I like everything about you.”

The tips of his fingers slide inside the waistband of my cut-offs. My body responds instantly to his touch. In the heat of the day, he manages to make my body shiver from desire while goose bumps pebble my skin.

Billy comes out of the barn, “I’m taking off.”

I back up a few steps from Jason, who says, “Your timing really fucking sucks.”

“Thank you would be nice. I’m leaving. You guys can roll in the hay or whatever it is you’re wanting to do. Just don’t tell me about it and don’t make me watch.”

I close the tailgate for him. “Thanks for helping out.”

“You’re welcome. So the fair tomorrow—”

“We’ll be there. Want to ride together?” Jason asks.

He shakes his head. “Nah. I’m hoping to bring whoever I meet tonight to the fair tomorrow.”

Laughing, I say, “You’ve really thought this through.”

“My needs come with plans. I’m not a love ’em and leave ’em kind of guy, despite what you hear around town.”

“Noted,” I reply. “Then we’ll see you there around six?”

“I’ll be there. I’m judging the Mutton Bustin’ race.”

Elbowing him, I tease, “You old softie.”

“It builds character in kids to participate in competitions like that. Guess they figure the all-time winning champion in Freeland County will make a good judge.”

I’m just about to aww from his sweet support of kids, but then he says, “And, cowboys tend to screw up their marriages. I bet there will be a lot of hot single moms there.”

“Ugh. I thought you were bringing a date.”

“Date, not wife.”

“Again. Ugh. Why’d you have to go and ruin it? I’m going inside. See you tomorrow.”

I leave the guys laughing in my wake. I grab the iced tea container from the windowsill after noticing the deep, bright coloring from steeping in the sun all morning. Jason comes in the back door just as I finish pouring the tea over two large glasses filled with ice.

“It’s not sweet,” I say.

“That’s okay,” he says, coming to me. He licks up the side of my neck. “You’re sweet enough.”

“Ahh,” I sigh. “I’m sweaty though.”

“I know. It’s fucking sexy as hell.” His hands wander as my eyes dip closed.

“We shouldn’t,” I whisper in all the ways that counteract my feelings.

“We should.”

“I have so much to do.”

“I want to do you.” His voice is muffled as he sucks on my neck.

Squeezing my hands between us, I push back. “Jason, stop.”

Shock and hurt run across his face. “What?”

“No. No. I don’t mean this. Us.” Whispering, I say, “If you leave a mark, he might see.”

“He?” It dawns on him before I can answer. “I don’t fucking care about Cutler. It’s none of his fucking business what we do. He’s your ex, Delilah. He doesn’t have a place in our lives.”

“I know. I just don’t want to incite him. If he sees a hickey on my neck, he’ll flip out, and who knows what he’ll do.”

“The fuck?” By the hands clenching at his sides, the tic in his jaw, and wild eyes staring at me, he is angry. It’s not like Cole’s where I felt frightened for my life, but it’s not the Jason I recognize.

He doesn’t understand. He wasn’t here when tiny things would set Cole off. I was. Alone.

Jason walks out, and I see him rounding the corner of the house. It’s not like him to walk away from me. He’s never been afraid to take a conversation head-on. I run out the front door just as he approaches his truck. Stopping on the porch, I ask, “Where are you going?”

“I need my bike.”

“Don’t leave.”

My words or maybe the plea in my tone stop him. With his back to me, he says, “I need to take a ride and clear my head.”

“Jason, look at me.”

When he looks at me, his soulful eyes reveal such pain, and I hate that I’ve caused that again. “I’m sorry I upset you. I don’t want any more trouble with him.”

His shoulders lose tension as he comes to me. He stops on the bottom step so much like he did the first day he showed up. His respectful nature, his respect for me has been shown in many ways. Even now, he remains a few steps lower. He doesn’t try to intimidate me like Cole. Jason humbles himself before me, and it’s a genuine sign of respect I’m still getting used to.

He communicates with me, not over me. “I’m not mad at you, Delilah. We’re not fighting. I’ve been here every day like I live here and reality just hit me. I don’t. This isn’t my farm. And as long as you’re worried about him and how he’ll react to my presence, it’s as if you’re not really my girl. This isn’t an ultimatum. I’m here for you however I can be, however you want me to be. I don’t care if I lose to him in football or in a fight or whatever. That’s all shit that’s built on ego and pride. But when it comes to you, I can’t be second to him.”

“You’re not. You never will be. I don’t want him near you. I don’t want you hurt.”

“How many times do I have to tell you I can handle him?”

“He’s not the same person you used to know. You were never stuck in the glory days of your football years. He is. Two things matter to him—his ego and me. You’ve effectively taken both from him since you came back.”

“You’re divorced. He can’t hold on to you anymore.”

“He’s an alcoholic with a gambling problem. He didn’t want the divorce. I petitioned for it after I got a temporary restraining order. The judge granted me a quick divorce, but that restraining order was lifted the same day because the good ole boy judge admired Cole’s football record.” I lean against the post, four steps dividing me from the man I love. I hate that Jason has come home to this. To me, with this dreadful baggage. “It’s not a matter of if he’ll try to get me back or hurt me. It’s when. And I don’t want you caught in the crossfire.”

He covers the steps, staying one down, which puts him eye level with me. “I’m not afraid. He can come after me as long as he doesn’t come after you. I won’t let him come after you, Delilah. You’re my everything.”

Taking this stunning man by the jaw, I hold him in my hands. “Were you always this foolish?”

“Only for you, honeysuckle.” We kiss and I sigh, melting against him. “Look, if it will help ease tension, I’ll talk to him.”

“He’s not a reasonable man.”

He winks. “I have ways of helping him see the light.”

“Do I want to know what that means?”

“No, better not. It’s safer that way. In the meantime . . .” He kisses my neck. “Want to go for a ride on my Harley?”

Now that is an offer I can’t refuse. “Absolutely.”