Sweet Haven (The Sweet Series Book 2)(9)

By: K.C. Lynn

When Grant started showering me with romantic gestures, I fell hard and fast. I thought I had finally found my place. Did I need a person to find it? No, but ever since I was a little girl all I ever wanted was to grow up, fall madly in love, and have a family. It was my destiny. I felt it all the way down to my bones, still do. I thought Grant possibly could have been that person but I learned quickly that he wasn’t.

The first time he put his hands on me, I left him. I had locked myself in my room for three days straight and cried until there were no tears left. Then I gave him a second chance because I believed he was remorseful. He seemed so wrecked by it and promised it would never happen again. I didn’t think I would ever be that person but he was very persuasive. The hits were few and far between but he was really good at causing pain in other ways. He always knew what to say that would hurt the most. Always used my love for my family against me and told me I was immature for still living at home.

It didn’t help when I overheard my parents talking one night about wanting to move closer to Sawyer and Grace but they didn’t want to leave me behind. It was then I knew I had to move on. I refused to burden them any longer, even if they didn’t see it that way.

I really did want to go with them but I had to try it on my own first. It was hard to say good-bye. I’ve missed them so much but that’s all about to change. Soon, I will be reunited with them. If that makes me weak then so be it. Some people can live away from their family, and that’s great, but it’s not me. I want them in my life. I want to see my niece and nephew on a regular basis. I want to be able to watch my parents grow old together. If only I could convince Jesse to move down there too, but I know that won’t happen. She loves LA and is happy where she is but she makes a point to visit as much as possible so that helps.

Pulling myself from my thoughts, I reach for my phone off the nightstand and call my parents’ house, needing to hear their voices now more than ever.

My dad answers on the second ring. “Sammy! How’s my girl?”

His cheerful, husky voice brings a smile to my face but it dims at the dull pain in my cheek. A reminder of the disaster that ensued last night.

“Hey, Daddy. I’m good. Just waking up and missing you guys so thought I would check in.”

“We miss you too, honey. Won’t be long now until I get to see my girl’s pretty face.”

“I’m counting down the days,” I tell him honestly.

“The kids are real damn excited, too. Hope has lots of recipes planned for you and wait until you see our boy on skates this fall. I’m tellin’ ya, he’s a natural. Just like your brother. The kid is going places.”

Another smile graces my lips. “Like father, like son. I can’t wait to see him in action and give that little princess a hug.”

“And I can’t wait to hug mine,” he says, melting my heart. “I’ve missed you, Sammy.”

His gruff words are both soothing and painful. “Me too, Dad. So much,” I whisper, my throat thick with tears.

“You okay?”

“Yeah. Just tired is all. I helped Zoey out last night at the bar.”

“Oh yeah? How did that go?”


At least it started out that way…

“I ran into Cam, Jake, and Austin there. They asked about Sawyer.”

“They’ve always been good boys. Are they still playing?”

“I think so. I believe they have a team with the fire department. I think Jase Crawford started it. He was also with them last night,” I add, though I’m not sure why I feel compelled to mention him.

“I’ll bet he did.” The hostility in his words comes as no surprise.

“Dad, can I ask you something?”

“Of course.”

“Why don’t you get along with the Crawfords? I mean, I get why Sawyer and Jase don’t get along but what happened with you and Mr. Crawford?”

“Nothing happened per se,” he starts. “The guy has always just been a goddamn hothead. Thinks his shit don’t stink and no one is as good as his son.”

Sounds a lot like someone else I know.

It’s on the tip of my tongue to say that out loud but I bite it back, knowing he would deny having anything in common with a Crawford.