Hissy Fit (The Southern Gentleman #1)(67)

I felt my belly start to sink.

No.

No, no, no, no.

“You’re going to do it.” My sister smoothed a palm down my hair, her breath fanning my face. “If you don’t, I’ll go do the same thing to our brother.”

I wanted to say that she wouldn’t.

But she would.

Mostly because she had.

My brother, Tyson, was my one and only friend in life.

He was my confidant, and the only other person aware of the sickness that ran in our family.

He was the success story, too.

He thought he’d made it.

But in reality, the only reason that he was able to live a life that was free of anything remotely sick—I.e. my sister, father, or other brother, Andy—was because I sacrificed my freedom for his.

He didn’t know it, though.

I’d made sure of that.

“W-what do you want me to do?” I asked softly.

“I want you to go sleep with someone.” She smiled. “And make sure you get pregnant when you do.”

I would’ve laughed in her face had she not been serious.

“I…I can’t do that, T,” I said softly. “That’s immoral.”

My sister glared at me. “You can, and you will, sister. At least the sleeping part. I’ll take care of the rest if you don’t end up making a baby tonight.”

She sounded so sure of herself that I realized she would figure out a way to make it happen.

“Why?” I asked softly.

“Daddy wants this man’s support.” She shrugged. “I’m just following orders.”

I looked away.

There was no way. None. I just wouldn’t be able to do it.

My virginity had been the one and only thing I’d been able to keep.

So she and I would agree to disagree.

“I won’t do it,” I said firmly.

God help me and my brother.

My sister smiled. “I was hoping you’d say that.”



Lord Have Mercy

Book 2 in The Southern Gentleman Series

4-23-19

Chapter 1

It’s not every day you get to tell someone ‘go fuck yourself’ and get arrested for it.

-Camryn’s secret thoughts

Camryn

I grinned at the new teacher. His name was Carver Brown, and he was everything that a woman looked for when she was choosing a life mate.

He was sexy, had a very high IQ, and didn’t call me annoying.

No, who did call me annoying was the school resource officer, Flint Cafferty.

Flint was the total opposite of Carver.

Carver was on the shorter side of six feet, had long limbs and was leanly muscular, and he was a blond with soft, creamy white skin. He even had freckles.

I loved his freckles.

I had freckles. What’s not to love about freckles?

Flint?

Yeah, Flint didn’t have freckles.

In fact, Flint was so beautiful it took my breath away…until he opened his mouth.

Flint was tall—way taller than Carver. He towered over Carver’s mere six feet in height. I had to only assume that he was at least five to six inches greater in height.

And oh, the muscles. Flint wasn’t whip-cord lean like Carver. He was big, muscular, and looked like sometimes he’d like to squeeze my head in between those big ass hands until I grew some sense.

But I did have sense, dammit!

I was just a befuddled mess around the man.

I mean, it wasn’t every day that a person hated you just on general principle!

But, for some reason, Flint did.

He hated me, and I hadn’t a clue as to why.

“Seriously, woman. Just move the damn car!” Flint growled.

I would have.

Really, I would have.

But his goddamn K-9 partner, who hated my guts, growled at me.

I froze in the process of taking another step in the direction of my vehicle.

So I might, or might not have, rear-ended Officer Meaniehead when I wasn’t paying as much attention as I should be.

I hadn’t meant to, honest.

But, like always when I came into contact with Flint Cafferty, aka only call me Officer Cafferty, Ms. Sims, I lost my damn mind when he was around.

I had no explanation as to why, either.

It’s just like something in my brain stopped working properly when my body and mind realized he was close.

Like kind of what happened just a few minutes ago.

I’d been driving along, minding my own business, ready to get back to work after an extremely short summer vacation, and had been driving the speed limit for once.

Then, the light had turned red, and I’d automatically assumed that the dumbass—Flint, though I didn’t know it was him at the time—would go through the light since he was already practically in the intersection.

Except, he’d stopped.

And I hadn’t.

At least not until my front bumper made contact with his back bumper—in his police cruiser of all things.

To make matters worse, Carver had been directly behind me and had seen the entire thing.

Which led us to now.

I was told to move my car to the side of the road because we were blocking traffic, but each time I went to move, the K-9 officer from hell named Dooley would growl at me and make fear rip at my heart.