The soundless ride
home was broke by the ringing of Mc's cell. "Answer it."
Mc tossed the small silver square to Kevin in the backseat.
Kevin answered. "Yeah, I'll tell him you need him back
there later. He's taking us home first." Kevin hung up
the phone. "It was Tate." Kevin knew he didn't need
to repeat what Tate had said he had already done so.
Bron covered her
face with her hands as the truck smoothly exited the expressway.
She cried as she wiped her face with the sleeve of her coat.
She hadn't stopped crying since they had left the courthouse.
"God, I can't believe this is over."
"It is for
us little girl. I'm very proud of the way you held up in there.
Please know that I didn't mean any of those things."
Mc adjusted the mirror as he turned slowed down. "I would
never speak to you like that."
Bron sniffed, wiped
her nose, and coughed. "To think Muriel knew all along
scares me. I don't want to stay here. I want to go home today."
go home today Spark. I know you're scared but the worst of
it is over. Webster and the rest of the guys will be watching
out for you." Mc shook his head as he stared straight
ahead through the windshield. "Muriel O'Hara, who would've
known. I almost asked her out once just to piss her off."
Mc laughed as he made a lazy turn.
her out when we were going out?" Bron sat up in the seat.
"She was spending
all her time driving you crazy. I figured I had to get some
from somebody. I wasn't getting it from you. I figured if
I kept her busy, she'd leave you alone." Mc snickered
as he looked at Kevin in the rear view mirror.
Kevin held onto
Bron's hand and he struggled to make sense of everything that
had just happened. He didn't know if they were going to have
to go back to court or what the hell was happening. His feelings
were similar to Bron's; he just wanted to go home.
Bron's voice croaked.
shook hearing Bron cuss. That felt like normal and he needed
normal right now. Hell, he'd even praise the Lord if Nick
was here to break the tension.
hell are you laughing at?" Bron spit out and then slammed
her closed fist into Kevin's leg.
Kevin jerked his leg away. "What did I do to you?"
he apologized for his remarks. 'Basic training? Paying in
skin? Paying rent on my ass? My place is under you?"
Bron hit him again.
mean any of that shit and you know it." Kevin grabbed
both her wrists. "And stop hitting me."
Bron jerked her
hands from his. "'I don't follow orders? It's not a threat,
it's a promise. You don't like attitude from me.'" Bron
wrapped her arms around her body. Kevin assumed it was to
keep her from slapping him again.
Mc laughed even
louder. "You're screwed on the last one Pop Star, she's
Mc's body bucked
forward since Bron had kicked his seat.
"You two are
the biggest Neanderthals I have ever met!" Bron was screeching
Mc smirked as Kevin's
face contorted from the volume of the noise Bron could make.
"I think you
meant what you said Kevin. Every single word of it."
Bron sniffed and looked out the window.
Mc would be turning
soon they were coming up on her road.
Bron turned to
fire a look at Kevin. "Especially the Florida comment."
Kevin rolled his
eyes at her. "Yeah right, sure I did." Kevin watched
her neighbor's farms roll by her line of vision.
"I think you
run on the dark side and you haven't gone there with me because
I've been perpetually pregnant since the day I met you."
after actually," Kevin snorted and tried to side step
the issue as Mc pulled the truck in the driveway.
Bron narrowed her
eyes to slits and stared at him. She turned to get out of
the truck. "That's okay. I'll call Kris, she'll tell
callin' Kris for shit!" Kevin threw his seatbelt off
after jamming the button twice to get it to release. Mc grabbed
his arm causing him to almost choke himself in the seatbelt.
Kevin jumped out of the truck and was ready to slam the door.
hurting right now. Bron is not used to you talking to her
like that." Mc leaned towards. "She is not Kris."
"I'm not going
there with you either." Kevin barked. Kevin felt like
he was being backed into a wall with this conversation and
it truly wasn't anyone's business but his and his wife's.
to me." Mc gripped the wheel. "The shit is going
to hit the fan. She thinks what you said means something.
She doesn't understand and she will call Kris. Now unless
you completely trust Kris not to open her mouth you better
use your damn head."
Kevin's face hardened
and he glared at Mc. "I don't feel that way about her."
"I know that,
but that doesn't mean you haven't felt that way with others.
I checked you out and I mean all of it my friend. If you even
think for one minute that I didn't know who or what you were
after I handed her off to you in Pittsburgh; you're nuttier
Kevin's face turned
red in anger. He drew air into his lungs. He hated being reminded
that Mc always seemed to have the upper hand. "Why is
this the one time the obvious doesn't blow by her at full
your business, not mine. You have never done anything to Bron
that I wouldn't have done. You've actually showed more restraint
than I ever did." Mc placed his forearms on the steering
wheel and leaned forward. He watched the lights flick on in
the house. Mc nodded signaling she was inside.
Kevin didn't need
to glance over his shoulder to see if she had gotten inside.
He knew she was inside when he heard the door slam. Mc didn't
have to clue him in on that one. "Do we have to be back
in court tomorrow?"
Mc half smiled,
"I don't know, it's only Tuesday."
Kevin was throwing up the white flag. Kevin knew it was only
Tuesday he'd been saying that since he had gotten out of bed
you later and let you know. Keep the phone open. I'm sure
this is going to go national." Mc's phone rang as it
rested on the seat. He picked it up and placed it on the dashboard.
Kevin closed the
back door on the passenger's side. He walked around the front
of the truck to Mc's door. He had already pulled on his leather
gloves to keep the winter chill off his hands. He was hoping
the call meant they didn't have to go back into court tomorrow.
He couldn't imagine why they would need them. It would take
weeks for them to sort all the details out between the different
agencies. Kevin glanced to the house. "I didn't mean
any of it… Except, Florida, I meant that. I know it and you
know it. Hell, she knows it."
Mc blew out a sigh.
He stared at the phone resting on the dashboard. "Yeah,
I heard her… Ah… Got a pretty good goose egg while she was
down there." Mc's lips formed a tight line. "I'll
give you a pass on that one since she scared the shit out
of me too. If I ever hear about anything happening again,
you're going to regret it. I don't make idle threats Kevin.
You know that."
For the first time
Kevin took what Mc had said at face value. Somehow he knew
Mc was not kidding on this, not that he needed to. What happened
in Florida was fueled by emotions. Emotions Kevin couldn't
control even if he had tried to.
Mc fussed with
the rearview mirror again. "Look, eventually you can
discuss that topic of conversation with her but not today.
It's not my business anyway. All I'm saying is one of two
things can happen with what went down today."
Kevin closed his
eyes and then opened them. The traffic on the rural road seemed
to be picking up all of sudden. He wanted to get in the house
to his wife.
"We know what
the standard two are with her, fight or flight. We've played
this game for over twenty years." Mc dropped his hand
from the mirror.
the third." Kevin smiled at the man. Mc was worried;
Kevin could see it in face.
Mc glanced back as a truck pulled in the driveway behind him.
Kevin glanced back
as well. He waved for Webster to join them. "Yeah, the
third one. The one where after almost a year together my wife
loves me enough and trusts me enough to let today's emotions
go. That she'll rely on me to help her sort through this.
I said some pretty nasty things to her, things she is not
used to hearing from me where she is concerned."
up to stand next to the two men. "Well, Kevin. The good
news is Solarez was arrested on your way home."
Mc pounded the
steering wheel with glee. "It's about time!"
Kevin thought Mc
might hop out of the truck and do a victory dance like he
had seen Bron do so many times.
"The bad news
is Lenny is going to live." Webster sighed, "I guess
you can't have everything Mc. He should make a nice bitch
for Mc's old associates once they find out what Lenny did
"Oh I'm sure
he will after I make a few phone calls later." Mc stretched
his arms out. "It's going to be hard without a set of
hear that." Webster commented. "You're not undercover
anymore. Your cover has been blown to hell and then some."
Mc glanced to Webster and then to the house. "I can't
believe it's over and they're all going down because of Muriel.
Not one thing I did mattered."
Kevin placed his
clenched hand on Mc's arm as it rested on the open window.
"Don't ever say that. What you did kept her safe until
she met me." Kevin's balled up fist bounced off Mc's
Richardson you have a lot to deal with tonight. I suggest
you get in the house and start working things out before she
actually makes that phone call to Kris. You're a good man.
I ain't hugging your ass either, my name is not Carter. I'm
hoping for number three for you my friend." Mc's quirked
up lips and faced Kevin after he made his statement.
Kevin mumbled as he dashed around the front of the truck.
Mc called him back one more time.
dropped and he headed back to the truck. Webster was smirking
at him. "You know Kevin we used to have a saying about
Bron. One she didn't know about of course."
Kevin crossed his arms. His dimple showed as his lips dipped
to one side. "I know what you say to her face. I'm not
sure I want to know what you say behind her back."
Mc grinned and
then laughed as Webster began the words and they finished
it together. "Satan used to sit in hell and cry in morning
when her feet hit the floor and yell. 'Oh shit, she's up!'"
Kevin's head bobbed
up and down. "I like it. I can only hope so."
to see her back to that." Mc nodded his head up and down
as he stared at the house.
"I'll do my
best gentleman." Kevin saluted them and turned on his
heel like a soldier.
Mc and Webster
waited for the front door. "Damn she is going to kick
Webster laughed as the little country road seemed to have
more and more traffic all of sudden. "I'll get these
assholes out of here."
Kevin entered the
house cautiously. Bron could be armed with anything from a
vase to a frying pan. What he found both disappointed and
upset him. Bron was sitting on the window seat staring out
towards the road. She had kicked her shoes off and had her
legs bent at the knee. A tissue balled up in her hand as she
Taking his coat
off, Kevin tossed it on the dining room table. Now he felt
like a real asshole for saying those things. He walked to
her and looked out the window as well. He loosened his tie
as more cars and trucks came down the road. The vehicles were
crawling like a bunch of baby sea turtles heading to the beach
for the first time after hatching. The rural road seemed to
have turned into a parade route all of sudden. Kevin leaned
forward with one hand on the windowsill as he switched his
gaze to the driveway where Mc and Webster were still chatting.
Snow began to fall from the gray afternoon sky.
Bron wiped the
tears from her eyes but said nothing as she stretched her
legs out on the bench.
Kevin set his hand
on Bron's shoulder as he stood across from her where she sat.
"I didn't mean those things… Any of them." He whispered.
came out in more of cry than a whisper. "I'm sorry for
yelling at you."
Kevin shoved her
legs over slightly with a push of his hand. He joined her
on the window-bench sitting on the edge opposite her so he
could see her face. His elbows rested on his knees, his fingers
laced together. "You don't need to apologize to me. I'm
the one who is sorry. I'm sorry for putting you through this.
I'm sorry for saying all of those things. I got carried away.
I could see he was getting off on it. I was just trying to
get him to do something, anything-"
to be done," Bron interrupted him in a voice that was
somewhat matter of fact about it.
Kevin swept her
bangs back so he could see her eyes. They were bloodshot and
glassy, fully dilated as well. "Yes but I could have
done it differently. I would never hurt you like that."
Kevin slid his butt forward towards her. He clasped her hands
in his and squeezed. "We will have the conversation some
day. Just not today. I'm not a perfect man."
Bron sniffed and
swiped her nose with the tissue. "No, not today. Today
wouldn't be a good day."
Kevin tugged her
hands and he slid even closer. "I'm so proud of what
you did. I know it must have been hard to sit there and re-live
the incident all over again. I can only hope that from now
on you will rely on me and never have to re-live it again
or have another nightmare about that pig."
Bron tilted her
head up towards him. Her eyes for one scant second were wide
open and then her eyelids jammed shut. "I did what I
felt was right. Nothing happened to Kaylin."
and you should be a very proud of that. I know any Mom would
do the same for their child. I'm just sorry that you had to
endure such an ordeal to protect her."
Kevin watched the
tears fall freely. He wiped them away with his knuckles. "I
love ya darlin'. Stop tearing yourself up over this. He's
never gonna see the light of day again."
Bron mumbled. "I
don't think he's ever going to hurt anyone again the way he
He recognized her
changing the subject. "Ah, I don't think so either. He's
missing some necessary equipment now." Kevin's face scrunched
at the mere thought.
"I can't believe
Mc did that to him." Bron shook her head back and forth
showing her disbelief.
baby," Kevin stood up and pulled on her hand.
Bron blinked at
him not moving. "Self defense my ass. That wasn't right.
He handcuffs and leg shackles. I mean I hate the man and all-"
man is lucky Mc didn't kill him. I have a feeling had Tate
not been there Mike Webster wouldn't have had a problem with
Mc finishing him off." Kevin didn't understand the sudden
surge in compassion for her tormentor. Everything was surreal
and he couldn't wrap his mind around it. "They shot the
man in a courthouse with God knows how many people in the
building. Trust me; he's lucky to be still breathing."
a trip." Bron smiled at him.
shit." Kevin helped her take her suit coat off noting
the abrupt change in conversation again. She wasn't ready
to move just yet as he tossed her coat with his. "I'm
"Can we order
out because I really don't feel like cooking?" Bron asked
"Just as long
as we don't have pizza." Kevin laughed as Bron more or
less was letting him undress her in the dining room. He pulled
her shirt from the waistband and popped the dreaded rubber
band on the back of her skirt. He heard her sigh with relief.
Nick and Kaylin I could go a couple of years without pizza.
I'll call Dewey down at the bar and get something. You could
go pick it up." Bron stood up and reached for the phone
on the wall.
Kevin stopped her
as she grabbed the phone and he hung it back up. He turned
her body to face him. Pulling her close he dropped one arm
around her waist and one around her shoulders. "Just
hold me a minute. I can't believe this is all over."
Both of them stood holding each other as they wept. The day
had taken a toll on them.
"We can order
later. Let's go take a shower. I feel filthy." Bron uttered
and pulled from his embrace and headed through the French
doors. He looked toward the ceiling and whispered a quiet
thank you to Lord above and his father. After a shower, which
was just that and nothing more, they retired to the living
room. Kevin was tossed wood onto the fireplace. For the first
time he wondered how the hell the wood had gotten in the house
this time. He had seen the wood piled neatly next to the garage
but not once had he brought any in. "Hey Bron-"
The doorbell ringing not only interrupted him but stunned
him as well; he didn't know she had a doorbell. He tossed
the last log on and head to the door.
the door to find Dewey standing there with two huge brown
"Mc sent this
up." Dewey held the bags out for Kevin to grab.
Kevin quipped as he reached for his wallet. Grasping some
bills he stuffed them in Dewey's hand and then took the bags.
is for Bron… It's not necessary." Dewey thrust the bills
back towards Kevin.
all those cars to get in here. It's necessary." Kevin
glanced to the road. The road was lined with parked cars.
At the moment he was extremely happy that the house in Lexington
sat way back from the road. Far enough that pictures couldn't
be taken even with a long lens.
"I had a police
escort." Dewey laughed as Webster's shoes chewed up the
Kevin with a nod. "Dewey, I'm hungry."
"It's in the
car man." Dewey split down the sidewalk and to his car.
"You can eat
inside," Kevin sighed.
"Oh, no, no…"
Webster put his hands up in front him waving madly at him.
"You can deal with her."
Kevin closed his
eyes and then opened them. "She's fine."
up?" Webster asked.
up," Kevin held the door open. Webster grabbed the bag
from Dewey, who had raced back up to the porch. Webster took
Kevin's money and thrust it back at Dewey. Dewey smiled and
went back to his car. Webster waited until Dewey dropped the
other bag of food in the unmarked car at the end of the driveway.
Kevin shook his head and once again palmed Dewey the cash.
is it?" Bron yelled from inside the house.
with dinner." Kevin yelled back into the house.
call yet." Bron yelled at him. Her voice reflected irritation.
Kevin heard her
coming towards. "I think after all these years you don't
really have to call your partner for food." Kevin let
out a little laugh after shouting across three rooms.
Bron stood directly
behind Kevin. Her hands wrapped around his waist. Webster's
head came up sharply and he stared at Kevin.
She peeked her
head out from under Kevin's arm. "Come inside and eat,
it's too cold out there. Bring your friends."
really." Kevin smiled as he wrapped an arm around her
head much like a headlock since each hand was holding a bag.
stay in the car and they're not friends." Mike stepped
into the house. "You need to remember that."
mean." Bron moved out from behind Kevin to open the door
that Webster was closing.
act as a buffer since he was trapped between the two of them
and his hands fully loaded. Bron's one arm wrapped around
Mike closed the door firmly.
Mc barked at having the door closed in face. "This is
the thanks I get. I feed you guys and you slam the door in
Webster and Kevin
stood in front of the door with Mc on the other side. They
were grinning since he couldn't get pass them. "Let him
in." Bron growled like a rabid animal.
fine." Webster opened the door. "Just him. Not the
people working in the car."
The food was set
out and everyone picked at what Mc had sent. Bron was coveting
her meal and had no intentions of sharing it with anyone.
Kevin winced watching
Bron eat french fries doused in gravy. He knew she would be
paying for it later. Heartburn hit her like a brick lately
after eating heavy for full of fat. Anxiousness was eating
at him as well. He wanted to go back to Kentucky and raise
his family. He wanted to help Nick with his new album, he
wanted to go over the acting job offers and read the scripts
he had been given. He wanted more than his wife living in
perpetual turmoil. There was only one thing coming between
him and his happy little dream of having his family, making
music and being a gentleman farmer. "What are we going
to do about Steve?"
up." Webster dragged his bread through the tomato sauce
on his plate. "He goes where ever she goes and has since
her husband was killed."
seen him at the jail?" Kevin's mind began to work overtime.
It beat watching Bron stuff herself silly knowing she was
only eating out of nerves would most likely upchuck the meal
Lenny's family visits Lenny. He gets no mail in that isn't
read first or out for that matter." Webster watched Bron
jam her fork into a chunk of raspberry cheesecake.
Kevin's eye rolled
since Bron refuse to share her cheesecake with Webster. "He
lover her and he isn't letting go of her just yet. Give it
a day or two and he'll show."
take that long." Mc popped the cap of his beer. "He's
little plan has been shot to hell. He's going to be unnerved
and even more unpredictable now."
"Great, now I know Steve is a lunatic."
a lunatic. He's schizophrenic." Webster didn't look surprised
when Kevin dropped his fork and his crab leg and splattered
butter across the table. He cast Bron a hard look.
"What? I didn't
know," Bron dangled the fry above her mouth and let the
gravy drip in.
gonna pay for eatin' that later." Kevin shook his head.
She was alternating between cheesecake and gravy. It beat
the sauerkraut any day though in his book. Yet again his wife
and her family had dropped a bombshell on him.
"Hell I didn't
know either Kevin if it's any consequence to you." Mc
picked at the crab legs that he and Kevin seemed to be competing
to see who could eat more of.
"Why the hell
would you NOT know that?" Kevin glared at Bron and Mc.
"Hmm, it started
in high school I guess. I've known him that long and never
knew he was on meds." Mc looked at Bron with a questionable
look on his face.
know," Bron smacked Kevin's hand as it snuck over to
her plate to snag some cheesecake.
to have heartburn for a week." Kevin reprimanded her.
wanted it or I wouldn't have wanted." Bron smiled at
him as her shoulders did a little dance.
the excuse now. When you go back and get weighed I'll remind
you that you said that." Kevin snickered only to be stopped
by a flying fry soaked in gravy landing in the middle of his
forehead with a splat.
Kevin began to
laugh as the fry slid down his face. When he did Webster and
Mc started to laugh as well.
He still had to
deal with the Stevie and the problems he was causing. For
now he would enjoy this small celebration. When they were
finally home he would deal with the rest of it.
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