The Beast in Him
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Thanks for this, Smitty. I mean it.
Anytime, darlin. He took her hand, holding it gently in his. Now lets talk about us.
Okay.
Ive been thinking long and hard on this. Christ, again with the thinking! And I know what I need to do.
And that is? she asked, her heart pounding in her chest, praying hed figured it out. Praying hed get it right.
Court ya proper.
And there went her heart, plummeting to earth, through the floor of his truck, and into hell.
Court me?
Yeah, proper Smith courtin. Its just what you deserve. Proper dates, an official announcement about us to all the Smiths. Well just take this slow and easy until we both know its the right time.
You... you... bastard! Jess snatched her hand away.
What? Whats wrong?
Thats what I deserve? That? You know what? The biggest mistake I ever made was falling in love with your hick ass.
Jessie Ann
No, were done. Im done. Done, done, done. Im cutting you out of my heart. Because you dont deserve me.
Now youre making me angry.
Really? Thats fascinating.
If youd just talk to me
Im done talking.
Jessie... he warned through gritted teeth.
She stared straight ahead, the book gripped tightly in her hands. Unless you want me to shift right here, and start pissing all over this lovely interior, including the dashboard, youll... stop... talking.
Both hands tight on the wheel, Smitty focused back on the road. Shed made him mad but, as always, not nearly mad enough. And if she couldnt make that happen, they had no business being together in the first place.
Chapter 28
Smitty barely stopped himself from snatching the keycards from the poor woman at the front desk. He had no idea what he looked like, but after three minutes, her hand started to shake and she couldnt get him through the check-in process fast enough. He stormed away from the desk and toward the elevators, brushing past his sister and Ronnie Lee as he stalked toward the elevators.
Bobby Ray, wait.
Leave me be, Sissy.
He slammed his fist against the elevator button and the doors smoothly slid open. He walked inside and his sisters hand slapped against the frame. Theres something I need to
He barked and snapped at her fingers, almost taking them off, and his sister jumped back about ten feet. The doors closed and he hit the button for his floor.
He couldnt believe it. Couldnt believe her. What the hell did she want from him anyway? Hed offeredher a proper Smith courting. He risked abuse at every family reunion for that, but he was willing to do it. For her! And what does she do? She throws it back in his face like it meant nothing.
She also had the nerve to be angry at him. She wont tell him whats wrong. Wont tell him why shes so mad. And doesnt want him to mark her. But while shes fighting him, in the same goddamn conversation, she admits she loves him.
Thats it, he snarled to himself. That is goddamn it. Hed throw his crap into his room; then hed find that little gal and hed find out exactly what the hell was going on. Hed hit the end of his leash, and shed damn well know it.
Smitty opened the door to the hotel room hed gotten himself so he could be near the crazy woman he loved while his team secured the wild-dogs den and tossed his bags and jacket inside.
Busy kicking the sleeve of his jacket away from the door so he could close it and go search out Jessie, for the first time in his entire life, Smitty never saw it coming. Didnt scent it. Didnt hear it.
He just never saw itor himcoming.
Boy.
At the gruff words, Smitty froze.
So your sister called and said youre fucking up your life again. And why does this not surprise me? You were always a little bit dumber than the others.
Smitty closed his eyes and thought of all the wonderful ways hed eviscerate his baby sister, before turning to face Bubba Ray Smith. His daddy.
Jess stood on the corner on the far side of the hotel and seethed. She didnt even need her coat she was so goddamn mad. Courting her? And what? Dinners? Dancing? Dates? What in all holy hell led him to believe she wanted to be courted?
She needed to score some chocolate. She needed it so goddamn bad she might actually shut down a Godiva store at this point.
She looked up the street. There has to be a goddamn chocolate store somewhere on this street. Or maybe inside. But Bobby Ray was inside. No, shed have to go find it down the street or freeze to death trying.
But before Jess could take a step, before she could hope to make a run for it, a voice behind her froze her in her tracks.
Well, well, well. Jessie Ann Ward. As I live and breathe.
Jess closed her eyes. No, no, no. Anyone but this. Smitty. Sissy Mae. Even Big-Boned Bertha. But not her.
Im not gonna bite, suga. You can turn around.
She didand faced Smittys momma. Janie Mae Lewis, originally of the Lewis Pack out of Smithville, North Carolina. Built like a first-string linebacker for the Dallas Cowboys and quite beautiful, the female smoked a rolled cigarette and stared at Jess through the smoke. Smitty had gotten his mothers eyes. Only hers were harder. Colder. Even Sissys eyes werent that cold.
Anytime, darlin. He took her hand, holding it gently in his. Now lets talk about us.
Okay.
Ive been thinking long and hard on this. Christ, again with the thinking! And I know what I need to do.
And that is? she asked, her heart pounding in her chest, praying hed figured it out. Praying hed get it right.
Court ya proper.
And there went her heart, plummeting to earth, through the floor of his truck, and into hell.
Court me?
Yeah, proper Smith courtin. Its just what you deserve. Proper dates, an official announcement about us to all the Smiths. Well just take this slow and easy until we both know its the right time.
You... you... bastard! Jess snatched her hand away.
What? Whats wrong?
Thats what I deserve? That? You know what? The biggest mistake I ever made was falling in love with your hick ass.
Jessie Ann
No, were done. Im done. Done, done, done. Im cutting you out of my heart. Because you dont deserve me.
Now youre making me angry.
Really? Thats fascinating.
If youd just talk to me
Im done talking.
Jessie... he warned through gritted teeth.
She stared straight ahead, the book gripped tightly in her hands. Unless you want me to shift right here, and start pissing all over this lovely interior, including the dashboard, youll... stop... talking.
Both hands tight on the wheel, Smitty focused back on the road. Shed made him mad but, as always, not nearly mad enough. And if she couldnt make that happen, they had no business being together in the first place.
Chapter 28
Smitty barely stopped himself from snatching the keycards from the poor woman at the front desk. He had no idea what he looked like, but after three minutes, her hand started to shake and she couldnt get him through the check-in process fast enough. He stormed away from the desk and toward the elevators, brushing past his sister and Ronnie Lee as he stalked toward the elevators.
Bobby Ray, wait.
Leave me be, Sissy.
He slammed his fist against the elevator button and the doors smoothly slid open. He walked inside and his sisters hand slapped against the frame. Theres something I need to
He barked and snapped at her fingers, almost taking them off, and his sister jumped back about ten feet. The doors closed and he hit the button for his floor.
He couldnt believe it. Couldnt believe her. What the hell did she want from him anyway? Hed offeredher a proper Smith courting. He risked abuse at every family reunion for that, but he was willing to do it. For her! And what does she do? She throws it back in his face like it meant nothing.
She also had the nerve to be angry at him. She wont tell him whats wrong. Wont tell him why shes so mad. And doesnt want him to mark her. But while shes fighting him, in the same goddamn conversation, she admits she loves him.
Thats it, he snarled to himself. That is goddamn it. Hed throw his crap into his room; then hed find that little gal and hed find out exactly what the hell was going on. Hed hit the end of his leash, and shed damn well know it.
Smitty opened the door to the hotel room hed gotten himself so he could be near the crazy woman he loved while his team secured the wild-dogs den and tossed his bags and jacket inside.
Busy kicking the sleeve of his jacket away from the door so he could close it and go search out Jessie, for the first time in his entire life, Smitty never saw it coming. Didnt scent it. Didnt hear it.
He just never saw itor himcoming.
Boy.
At the gruff words, Smitty froze.
So your sister called and said youre fucking up your life again. And why does this not surprise me? You were always a little bit dumber than the others.
Smitty closed his eyes and thought of all the wonderful ways hed eviscerate his baby sister, before turning to face Bubba Ray Smith. His daddy.
Jess stood on the corner on the far side of the hotel and seethed. She didnt even need her coat she was so goddamn mad. Courting her? And what? Dinners? Dancing? Dates? What in all holy hell led him to believe she wanted to be courted?
She needed to score some chocolate. She needed it so goddamn bad she might actually shut down a Godiva store at this point.
She looked up the street. There has to be a goddamn chocolate store somewhere on this street. Or maybe inside. But Bobby Ray was inside. No, shed have to go find it down the street or freeze to death trying.
But before Jess could take a step, before she could hope to make a run for it, a voice behind her froze her in her tracks.
Well, well, well. Jessie Ann Ward. As I live and breathe.
Jess closed her eyes. No, no, no. Anyone but this. Smitty. Sissy Mae. Even Big-Boned Bertha. But not her.
Im not gonna bite, suga. You can turn around.
She didand faced Smittys momma. Janie Mae Lewis, originally of the Lewis Pack out of Smithville, North Carolina. Built like a first-string linebacker for the Dallas Cowboys and quite beautiful, the female smoked a rolled cigarette and stared at Jess through the smoke. Smitty had gotten his mothers eyes. Only hers were harder. Colder. Even Sissys eyes werent that cold.
