Chapter One Excerpt
Nashville, Tennessee
Bang. The
judge’s gavel fell and officially crushed Jackson McBride’s heart. He closed
his eyes. Bleak despair washed over him. Up until this very moment, he hadn’t believed
she’d take it this far.
He’d thought she’d come to her senses. He’d thought she would recognize
that this proposal was not only nonsense, but truly insane. He’d believed that
somewhere deep inside of her, she still had a spark of humanity. That she
wouldn’t do this to him. To them. He’d been wrong.
Damn her.
Damn her and the yes-men she surrounded herself with. Damn them all to hell and
back.
The enormity of what had just happened washed over him. Oh, God, how
will
I survive
this?
On the heels of his anguish came the rage. It erupted hot as lava, and it
fired his blood and blurred his vision with a red haze of fury. He’d never hit
a woman in his life. Never come close, despite plenty of provocation from her
direction. In that moment had she been within reach, he might have lived up her
accusations.
It scared the crap out of him. That’s what she’s brought me to.
Abruptly, he shoved back his chair so hard that it teetered, almost
falling over. He strode toward the courtroom exit. “Jackson? Jackson, wait!”
his attorney called, hurrying after him.
Jackson waved her off and didn’t stop. There was nothing left to be said.
Nothing left to be done. No place left to go.
No little girl waiting at home to hug and cuddle and kiss good night.
The tap on the toes of Jackson’s boots clacked against the tile floor of
the courthouse as his long-legged strides ate up the hallway. He shunned the
elevator for the stairs and descended three flights at a rapid pace, then
headed for the building’s exit. In a foolish bit of positive thinking, he’d driven
his SUV to the courthouse this morning. Now the sight of the safety booster
seat in the back seat made him want to kick a rock into next week.
He didn’t want to go home to a quiet, empty house. He shouldn’t go to a
bar. Alcohol on top of his current mood could be a dangerous combination.
Somebody probably would get hurt.
He got into the car and started the engine. For a long moment he sat
unmoving, staring blindly through the windshield, his hands squeezing the
steering wheel so hard that it should have cracked. When his phone rang, he
ignored it.
A couple of minutes later, it rang a second time. Again, he ignored it.
When it happened a third time, he finally glanced at the display to see who was
calling. His cousin. Okay, maybe he would answer it.
“Hello, Boone.”
“How did the hearing go?”
Jackson couldn’t speak past the lump in his throat, so he said nothing.
Following a moment’s silence, Boone got the message. He muttered a curse,
and then said, “I’m sorry, man. So damn sorry.”
“Well, it is what it is.”
“You can take another run at it.”
“Yeah.” In three years. Three years. Might as well be three decades. He
cleared his throat and changed the subject. “So, how are things in Eternity
Springs?”
“Good. They’re good. My friend Celeste Blessing visited my office a few
minutes ago and spoke of her granite-headed cousin. Naturally, I thought of
you.”
“Naturally,” Jackson dryly replied. But he felt a little less alone.
“Do you have plans this weekend? I could use your help with something.”
Pretty convenient timing. Knowing Boone, he had a spy in the courtroom.
But Jackson wasn’t in the position to ignore the bone he’d been thrown. “I’m
free. Whatcha got?”
“I’d like you to meet me at home.”
Jackson straightened in surprise. “You’re going back to the ranch?”
“No. Not there. I’m never going back there. However, I am talking about
Texas. The Hill Country in particular. A little town west of Austin called
Redemption.”
“Redemption, Texas?” Jackson repeated. For some weird reason, his heart
gave a little skip. “Why there?”
“It’s a long story. Too long for a phone call. I’ll give you the entire
skinny when I see you. When can you get there?”
After today’s debacle, Jackson had absolutely no reason to remain in
Nashville. “When do you want me there?”
“I’ll be in later today. I’m in Austin now. I’ve been helping a friend
with a project. I have a flight back to Colorado Sunday evening. The earlier you
can get here the better, but I’ll make anything work.”
Jackson figured the distance and the drive time. “I’ll meet you tomorrow
afternoon. Where?”
“Great. I’ll text you the info when we hang up. Bring camping gear.”
When a sound behind him had Jackson glancing up into the rearview mirror
and the booster seat caught his notice, he made an instant decision. “Can’t. I’ll
be on my bike.”
“You’re gonna ride your motorcycle all the way from Nashville?”
“Yes, I think I am.”
“Okay. I’ll bring stuff for both of us.” Boone hesitated a moment and
added, “Hang in there,
Jackson.
It’ll get better.”
No, I don’t think it will. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
Jackson ended the call and finally put his SUV in gear and backed out of
the parking place. With the distraction of the call behind him, fury returned,
and by the time he reached home, he felt like a volcano about to explode.
He threw a handful of things into his tail bag, filled his wallet with
cash from his stash, and ten minutes after his arrival, he fired up his bike
and took his broken heart and headed out of Nashville. He left behind his home,
his work, and his one reason for living, his six-year-old daughter, Haley.
From Jackson. Copyright © 2019
by Emily March and reprinted with permission from St.
Martin’s Paperbacks.
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