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Lifers

 

 

 

Jane Harvey-Berrick

 

 

BOOKS BY JANE HARVEY-BERRICK

 

Dangerous to Know & Love

The Education of Sebastian

The Education of Caroline

The New Samurai

Exposure

Dazzled

At Your Beck and Call
(not yet published)

 

www.janeharveyberrick.com

 

Jane A. C. Harvey-Berrick has asserted her right under the Copyright, Designs and Patents Act 1988 to be identified as the author of this work.

 

This book is a work of fiction. Names and characters are the product of the author’s imagination and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

 

All rights reserved; no part of this publication may be reproduced or transmitted by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying or otherwise, without the prior permission of the publisher. Jane A. C. Harvey-Berrick has asserted her moral right to be identified as the author of this work.

 

First published in Great Britain in 2014

ISBN 9780957496187

 

Harvey Berrick Publishing

 

 

Copyright © Jane A. C. Harvey-Berrick 2014

 

Cover design by Hang Le / byhangle.com

Cover photographs: iStock by Getty Images

 

 

 

This book is dedicated to Dina and Steve.

For letting love win.

 

Table of Contents

 

Prologue

Chapter 1 – Adjudge

Chapter 2 – Trepidation

Chapter 3 – Options

Chapter 4 – Nascent

Chapter 5 – Expectation

Chapter 6 – Forward

Chapter 7 – Opportunities

Chapter 8 – Rewards

Chapter 9 – Grieving

Chapter 10 – Instincts

Chapter 11 – Venturing

Chapter 12 – Endurance

Chapter 13 – Need

Chapter 14 – Exorcism

Chapter 15 – Souls

Chapter 16 – Spinnaker

Epilogue

 

Acknowledgements

More Books by Jane Harvey-Berrick

 

 

 

And Cain said to the Lord, “My punishment is greater than I can bear.”

 

 

Torrey

 

The morning rush was nearly finished. I knew from my experience of two days at the Busy Bee Family Diner that it would be quiet until lunchtime.

I stared out at the main road where not a single car or truck bothered to stop, and watched dust devils spin in the lazy summer breeze. That was about as exciting as it got. What a freakin’ dump.

Waiting tables wasn’t exactly my dream job, and not where I thought I’d be at 24 years of age with an expensive college degree several years behind me. In fact, I was shocked to find myself back waitressing, the kind of work I’d done when I was a teenager. But I liked to eat, and I couldn’t face crawling back to my dad to ask for a donation to the Torrey Delaney Life Achievement Award (Pending). He’d only chew me out again for walking away from my own apartment
and
a good job.

Yeah, well, when you’ve slept with your boss and then he dumps you and treats you like shit, no job is worth hanging onto, in my opinion. And I’d thought about it
a lot
.

All of my friends were clambering up their career ladders; they all had a plan. Something. I couldn’t face sleeping on couches and seeing pity in their eyes, while they put on their business suits and pumps, and headed out to their well paid jobs.

All I knew was that I had to leave Boston—start fresh somewhere else. Besides, Dad had just gotten remarried to a silicone-tit slut only a few years older than I was. Neither of them wanted me around. The feeling was mutual.

So I’d ended up calling Mom for the first time in six years and taking up her offer of a room in Smallbutt, Nowheresville, on the gulf coast of Texas.

Oh, she’d been happy to help, and thanked God that her prodigal daughter was returning to her at last. Yeah, well, some dreams are born to be shattered. Her idea of cozy nights reading Bible stories together and spending some quality mom/daughter time didn’t really match up with me going out drinking till all hours and being dropped off at the Rectory before dawn by a guy in a truck.

Yup, I was the talk of the town. At least I thought I was.

I’d been lucky that the Busy Bee’s owners were short-staffed, otherwise I’d have had to drive the 40 plus miles to Freeport, or 35 miles to Corpus Christi for a job. Of course, tip money would
probably
be better in the city, but that was a lot of gas money to lay out every day, never mind the time wasted driving back and forth. People sure weren’t overly generous here, unless it was with advice I didn’t want to hear.

I pulled out my phone and started texting one of the hook ups that I thought might be worth a second go. He’d been an okay ride for a country boy, and was a halfway decent distraction.

Doreen threw me an angry look. That was nothing new. My theory was that she’d been born with a broom handle up her ass. Or maybe just thirty years of waiting tables had left her as dried up and frustrated as a landed largemouth bass. Well, the expression was certainly the same.

I’d just pressed ‘send’ on my text when the old fashioned bell jangled above the door, and I glanced up. Now
that
was a long, cold drink of water on a hot day. Tall, over six foot, ripped, and with sandy-blond hair that was just a bit too long, tats running down both arms to his elbows, cheekbones you could file your nails on, and lips that were just perfect for biting.

I jutted out one hip, a move that I knew made my ass look great. The only problem was the guy seemed more interested in staring at his shoe than looking at me. Huh, maybe he wasn’t into girls. I didn’t think my gaydar was malfunctioning, but you never know.

I suddenly realized that all conversation had stopped and that each one of the redneck customers was staring at the newcomer. Yeah, I thought he was cute, but I didn’t think that was why the Vardry brothers, Chuck and Mo, were staring daggers at him, or why the two teenagers in the corner looked like their eyeballs were about to explode.

The hottie twitched uncomfortably, as if he could feel their glares bouncing off of his broad shoulders.

It seemed weird that Mr. Fine and Fuckable, a guy with all that lickable muscle, was acting so shy.

“What can I get for you, handsome?” I asked, ignoring Doreen’s hiss of annoyance.

“Uh, could I get a black coffee to go?” he asked hesitantly, still not making eye contact with me or anyone else.

I couldn’t see what color eyes he had, but his lashes were far too long and pretty for a guy. Life could be so unfair.

“Sure! I’ll just get that for you, hon.”

“No,” Doreen barked.

My eyebrows rose as I stared at my coworker, her vinegar face purple with anger.

The guy hunched his shoulders even more and didn’t argue the point. He ducked his head and left the shop.

“What the hell was that?” I said, turning and staring in amazement.

“Just putting out the garbage,” Doreen said nastily, and went into the kitchen to stir her cauldron some more.

I didn’t know what the hell was going on, but I wouldn’t have treated a stray dog like that. I poured some coffee into one of the paper cups we used for take-out, and headed after him.

I was just in time to see the guy climbing into a battered pickup truck.

“Hey!”

He stared at me, and for a fraction of a second our eyes met—beautiful, soulful brown irises. They were so deep, I could have swam a few laps in those eyes.

I realized I hadn’t spoken again and that he was still staring at me.

“You left without your coffee.”

I gave him my best smile, but he’d already dropped his gaze.

I held out the paper cup to him, but for a moment I thought he wasn’t going to take it.

Then his hand reached through the truck’s window. I noticed he had the word ‘love’ tattooed across the back of his wrist. I wondered if he had ‘hate’ on the other side.

He took the coffee from me without a word, not even a thank you—I really hated that. Then he just started his truck and drove away

“What a jerk!”

I shook my head, more determined than ever to get out of this one-horse town where the horse had died.

Doreen had built up quite a head of steam by the time I walked back in.

“What on God’s green earth do you think you were doing, serving that boy coffee, running after him like a bitch in heat?”

My mouth dropped open in surprise. I knew Doreen was a dried up old fatass, but she hadn’t been blatantly rude to me before.

“What’s wrong with this town?” I shot back. “A guy comes in for a coffee, all shy and polite, and you just treat him like trash!”

“Don’t you back sass me, Miss High-and-Mighty! Your momma might be the preacher-lady, but you’re no better than you ought to be!”

“What does that even mean?” I yelled.

“You just quit your job, young lady!” spluttered Doreen, red in the face.

“Fine, whatever. I didn’t like stinking of bacon grease every day anyhow.”

I dipped my hand into the tips jar and shoved the change into my pocket.

“I’ll consider it severance pay,” I smirked at the old witch.

“You put that back!”

“And you really should remember to wash your hands after using the ladies’ room,” I called over my shoulder, throwing my apron onto the nearest table.

The bell jangled cheerfully as I slammed the café door behind me.

Seeing as I was currently unemployed—and probably unemployable as far as Buttfuck was concerned—I decided to spend the rest of the day working on my tan at the beach which was only a ten minute drive away.

I climbed into my beloved Pontiac Firebird, stroking the paintwork as I buckled up. It was more than 20 years old, and one of the last third generation models to roll off of the production line at Van Nuys. Bright red, it reminded me of a fire engine, made 13 miles to the gallon on a good day, and I loved it.

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