Shield My Heart (Heaven Hill Book 9) (3 page)

Taking a deep breath, she sat down on her couch, pulled her TV tray to her stomach, grabbed a pen and notebook, and began writing down lists. If there was anything she was good at, it was organization and making plans. She just hadn’t ever thought those plans would include being a single mom. But fuck it; her mom had done it for years, so could she.

“You got this. Women have been doing this since the dawn of ages, and you have a lot of help if you just tell them what the hell’s going on. You’re a strong woman,” she gave herself a pep talk before leaning over and starting to write.

It soothed her, making lists. With every bullet point, she firmly knocked Dalton further out of her life. But even she knew it was only until he came crawling back. He would. But she wasn’t sure what she would say when that day came.

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Chapter Two

L
ight poured into the small bedroom of the trailer, illuminating the space just enough for Dalton to see the pattern of the comforter that covered the bed. He shifted, trying to get comfortable, but he couldn’t. He missed Mandy, missed her softness next to him, and missed the tiny noises she made in her sleep.

He didn’t stay here often anymore, but he needed some place to think and lick his wounds. His eyes focused on the juncture where the curtain almost met the roughly carpeted floor. The light played on the threadbare rug as the curtain moved back and forth, the breeze from the air conditioner kicking on and off, pushing it this way and that. He’d been staring at it for hours, searching for answers to questions he never thought he’d have to find. In those hours, he still had no answers. Turning over, he heard the metal of his cut clicking against the metal of his belt. He hadn’t even gotten undressed. What was the point when he didn’t really have a home? Even at almost thirty years of age, he was a nomad. Belonging somewhere long enough to love it, but never being able to immerse himself deep enough so that he felt a part of the family.

“I’m pregnant.”

Those words had thrown him for a loop, one he was still trying to recover from. Truth be told, he wasn’t sure he ever would. His idea of what his purpose in life was, was so ingrained in his head—don’t bring another person into the circle of bullshit that surrounded him and his family. Break the cycle. Those were the words he’d repeated his whole life. Break the fucking cycle. Sacrifice his chance at having offspring for the greater good. It would be worth it in the end because no one would have to live through a childhood like he and Deacon had.

He and Mandy had always been so careful. Even as fumbling teenagers not sure how to get each other off. They’d never had a pregnancy scare, much less a positive test.

From the time he was old enough to know what one was, he’d known he wouldn’t make a good father—he’d had no role model. No one, save his uncle, to tell him right from wrong, to show him how to treat a woman, until he’d met Liam Walker, president of the Heaven Hill MC.

Which was now why, weeks after the bombshell of the pregnancy had been dropped, he still couldn’t believe it was true. He and Mandy were the talk of the clubhouse and he knew it because Drew had told him so, trying to dig out of him what was going on. Contrary to popular belief of the last few months, Amanda Walker was the only woman he’d ever been with, the only woman he’d ever loved, and the only person he’d ever truly let into his heart. Pulling away from her had been one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do, but it had been a necessity.

When he’d started thinking about buying the land, he’d known he was in deep shit. There was no way he’d buy the land and then not want to build a house. Once a house was built, he knew he’d want Mandy with him all the time. He’d started to let himself believe that maybe he
did
deserve it. He could have a family. He could have a child, a wife, and break the cycle. He could have it all. But then he’d run across an old photo album, and the sadness permeating from the pictures of him and his brother had gutted him. He couldn’t do that to a child, he couldn’t do that to Mandy. He wasn’t equipped to make people happy for the long haul. It just wasn’t him. So he’d continued to pull away.

The pulling away, it’d killed him. He’d missed her so much that one night he’d given into his needs, his wants, his desires. And what happened? The one thing he’d always tried to prevent. His biggest fear in life.

Dalton Barnett was going to be a father. He prayed for the kid, because he knew without a doubt he wouldn’t be around when his son or daughter made an appearance. Whether he liked it or not, he’d probably be dead, and the world would be better off for it. He wouldn’t have to wonder where he fit in, wouldn’t have to figure out why he couldn’t seem to put down roots, and he would never have to see Mandy’s disappointed face again.

He rolled back over. But why did it feel so empty? Why did it hurt so goddamn much?

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Drew Walker pulled his phone from his jeans pocket and shot off a text to his best friend. It’d been a few days since they’d spoken, and he was worried. Things weren’t going well for Dalton and Mandy the last he’d heard. He tried as best he could to keep out of their business, but he knew the time was coming for him to be all up in it. They’d both been moping around, and he hated to see them so upset when he knew they could have what he and Charity had.

“You heard from Dalton?” he asked Tyler, the club VP and good friend to them all.

“Nah.” He shook his head before picking up a carton of milk.

The two of them had been sent on a grocery store run for the club. As a whole, the club always tried to have dinner together once a month, and it was unusual for Dalton to miss it. He hadn’t said whether he’d be coming or not, and normally it was he and Dalton doing the shopping for the meal. Another reason for Drew to be worried.

“He hasn’t been himself for a while,” Tyler was saying as he leaned over and examined the steaks in the meat counter.

Everyone knew that, but at the same time, they’d all wanted to give him and Mandy their space. The two of them had been together for years, and they’d never hit a rough patch before. All of them assumed it would be over within a few weeks, and they would be back to their normal selves. Maybe they’d go away for a few days, spend some time alone together, and come back with smiles on their faces.

That hadn’t happened though, and they were all left scratching their heads—trying to figure out what’d gone wrong, where they all fit now in the grand scheme of things. Both Mandy and Dalton were integral parts of the club. No one wanted to take sides because it just didn’t feel right. It was fucking awkward all the way around, and nobody wanted to shake an already rocking boat.

Drew had a sinking feeling that whatever had gone wrong had been on Dalton’s end, and what little he knew to be truth only scratched the surface. Best friends talked, but it’d been a long time since Dalton had confided in him. Which still left him in a damn hard position. He loved his sister, but he loved his best friend too. While Mandy was pretty fucking settled, he knew Dalton was far from it. He liked to present an outward appearance that said he had it all together, and it was a lie. With Mandy, Dalton was calm. Without Mandy, Drew knew Dalton would be a mess, and he hoped like hell they could figure out what the fuck was going on before the beginning of the end with him.

There were many things about Dalton’s life Mandy had never been privy too. Things Dalton had told Drew in confidence. It was a confidence he would never break. He wouldn’t, couldn’t do that to his friend. What he did know was that both of them were hurting and neither one of them were talking about it. Frustrated didn’t even begin to describe how he felt. Holding the key that would unlock whatever was going on between them was beginning to wear on him.

“What do you think it is?” he asked Tyler. Tyler always knew the answer, didn’t matter the question. He was interested to see if Tyler’s answer matched his own. For the better part of his life, Drew had gone to the older man when he hadn’t been able to go to his own father. Tyler had never let him down, and he hoped like hell that together they didn’t let Dalton down.

Tyler was slow to answer. He rubbed his hand over his chin, selecting his words carefully. “It’s something deep inside of him, something he can’t tell anyone, he’s been holding in for a long time. It’s not a secret he’s necessarily trying to keep from you, Mandy, or any of us. It seems to be something he has yet to face, a very personal thing. I don’t think it’s something anyone can
take
personally either. There are things you don’t tell him you’ve kept inside. If he feels the need to work through this on his own, I think we have to give him that space. It’s only fair—unless we see he’s about to harm himself.”

It was hard, knowing that his best friend was going through something he couldn’t help him with, knowing it was going to hurt his sister. Realizing in the end it would probably end up hurting him too, but he knew at the same time he had to let whatever this was play out the way it would. He wasn’t God, and he couldn’t bend people to his will. Drew had to believe that when Dalton was ready, he’d come to him and ask for the advice he would so desperately need. It just sucked a big one waiting for that ah-ha moment and knowing there was nothing he could do to help until he was asked to.

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Chapter Three