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  Table of Contents

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Chapter Nine

  Chapter Ten

  Chapter Eleven

  Chapter Twelve

  Chapter Thirteen

  Chapter Fourteen

  Epilogue

  Sneak Peak: Cryin' Out Loud

  Other Titles By Jena Wade

  About Jena Wade

  All Revved Up

  Millerstown Moments

  Book One

  Jena Wade

  Copyright © January 2019 by Jena Wade

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  Prologue

  Kayden

  I stared at the stick in my hands and could hardly believe my eyes. My fingers shook, and I dropped the test. It landed in the sink with a resounding click of plastic against porcelain.

  “Shit.” I picked it up and looked at it again.

  Two pink lines. Positive. I was pregnant.

  I never thought this would happen. I never wanted kids. I did everything I could to make sure I didn't have kids. I was on suppressants, we used condoms. I'd even taken the morning after pill a time or two.

  Still, one of Turner’s swimmers got through. I shouldn't be surprised about that. My alpha was the Alpha of all Alphas. He was my Sir. Turner Jeffries. Special Agent Turner Jeffries, FBI.

  He was not going to be happy about this. At least I assumed he wouldn't be. But what the hell did I know, he and I were casual in a way. Sure, I lived with him, but that just sort of happened. He didn’t ask me to move in, I just stopped going back to my apartment about six months ago. He never asked me to leave, so I stayed.

  Fuck. What were we going to do? How was he going to react?

  It might take him a little while to come around. Hell, it was going to take me a while to come around. I was surprised and unprepared for this, but that didn't stop the excitement that coursed through me. I placed a hand over my flat abdomen. My ab muscles rippled beneath my fingertips. Those would be gone soon. But I didn't care. I was going to have a child. Turner's child.

  I had a lot of changes to make in my life. Being a go-go dancer at a nightclub wasn't going to cut it. It wouldn't be long before I didn't look so hot in my skimpy uniform. I snorted. The G-string I put on every night for work could hardly be called a uniform.

  How long before my ankles swelled so much I couldn't fit them in my boots?

  None of that mattered though. I was going to have Turner's child.

  I wondered if the kid would be quiet and reserved like his father, or eccentric and loud like me. Would he be an Alpha or an Omega? Would he like to write like me, or be analytical like his Alpha dad?

  Oh my God, what if it’s a girl?

  Only time would tell. And we had a little bit of time. It was impossible for me to know how far along I was right now, although I'd only been nauseous for a few days. Turner and I had been together for over a year. I loved him. I was pretty sure he loved me. We never said anything like that, because, well, Turner never said anything unless he absolutely had to.

  The front door clicked open and I panicked. I dropped the stick again.

  I picked it up, along with the box and instructions and stuck it in my dresser drawer, knowing that Turner wouldn’t go in there. I wanted to go to the doctor before I told him. Then I would know how far along I was and make sure that this wasn't a false positive. I doubted it was though, and I doubted that I'd be able to keep my mouth shut that long anyways.

  I snorted again. I'd probably spill the beans over dinner tonight. I never could keep secrets. And Sir always knew when I was keeping secrets.

  “Cole? Are you in here?” Turner’s booming, commanding voice reverberated through the room.

  “Yeah,” I said.

  Turner came into the room. He had his shirt unbuttoned and he was working the button on his pants.

  “Oh, we're jumping right into playing, are we?” I asked. I wore my G-string from work still, but I had put on my robe Turner had bought me for Christmas last year.

  Turner let out a ragged sigh.

  I searched his face for clues as to what could be wrong. Was he tired from work or had something gone wrong? He had dark circles under his eyes, his cheek appeared to be swollen, and there was a cut above his right eye.

  “Did you get into a fight?” I asked.

  “Yeah, it wasn't the best day.”

  I rushed to his side, looking him over. “Are you all right? Have you been hurt?”

  He turned and showed me his left bicep. “Got shot. Bullet grazed me.”

  “Fuck, Turner,” I said. “You didn't think to call me and let me know?”

  He shrugged. “What were you going to do?”

  “I don’t know. Be there with you? What happened?” I asked.

  He tossed his shirt and pants on the bed, then sat down. “We got a lead on one of the leaders of a sex trafficking ring in the area, so we raided the place today.”

  I swallowed thickly. It was rare for him to share so much about his day. “I didn't even know you are working on a case like that.” I knew very little about any of Turner’s cases. They were classified for a reason, the less I knew the better.

  “You know I can't talk to you about it. I shouldn't even be telling you about it now.”

  “So, why are you?” I said.

  He scrubbed a hand down his face. “Fuck. I don't know. There were kids there. A lot of them. Just babies.”

  My stomach turned and I sat next to him, curled my knees up and wrap my arms around them. I wanted to wrap my arms around him, but I needed a few cues from him before I could determine if he wanted comfort or just wanted to talk. I’d learned to read his body language over the past year and most of the time, I got it right.

  He shook his head and stared off into space. “So many kids,” he said. “How can anyone have children and let that happen to them?”

  I cleared my throat. Alarms going off in my head. “I don't think that's what they intended to happen to them.”

  “Still,” he said. “Makes me sick to my stomach. Thank God that will never be an issue for me.”

  “What do you mean?” I said.

  He barked out a laugh. “I'm never going to have kid
s.”

  “You don't want kids?”

  “Hell no,” he said. “Kids are trouble. Not worth the time and money. I think I’d opt to terminate a pregnancy before I’d ever see it through.”

  I swallowed a gasp. “You can't really mean that. You just had a bad day. It’s got to be hard—”

  “No,” he said. “I mean it. I have half a mind to go to the doctor right now just get snipped. That way I wouldn't have to deal with it. No accidental babies. None of that shit complicating my life.”

  “I see,” I said. His mind was made up. There was nothing I was going to do or say to change it. Turner Jefferies didn’t change his mind. “So, you'd be for terminating an unwanted pregnancy?”

  “Absolutely,” he said. “I'd insist on it. I just can't imagine raising a kid, opening yourself up to that kind of heartache and trouble. This world,” he shook his head, “it's disgusting. And I can't see myself ever wanting to bring a child into it.”

  My stomach dropped and I nearly ran from the room to throw up. I loved Turner, I’d known it for a while, but had never said it. But I wouldn’t terminate this pregnancy for him, and I wouldn’t trap him into something he didn’t’ want.

  “That makes sense,” I said, and I pasted on a fake smile. One thing that being a waiter and a dancer did, was teach you to put on the best fake smile you possibly could, award winning even. Meryl Strep had nothing on me.

  I bounced up. “What are we having for dinner?”

  “Looked like you had something on the stove,” he said.

  “Oh, yeah,” I said. “I was going to make tacos, because it's Tuesday.”

  “Sounds great.” He stood and walked past me, slapping me on the ass. “I'm going to take a shower, all right?”

  “Okay. Be careful with that arm. You're probably not supposed to get it wet.”

  He looked at it. “I'll be careful.”

  I kissed him, got up on my tippy toes, and planted one right on his lips. I knew it would be our last kiss, but he didn't.

  When he turned on the shower and hopped in, I sprang into action. I packed a bag and left. I never looked back.

  Chapter One

  Kayden

  Six and a half years later

  I surveyed the backyard of the property I now called my home. I never imagined I'd live in a place where I had so much space. I'd lived in the city my entire life. It wasn't until I had Jackson that I thought perhaps living in the suburbs or a more rural area would be better. The crime ridden area with the crummy apartment that he and I had lived in for the past several years just wasn't cutting it anymore. Though this wasn't a property that we owned, we were well on our way to being able to buy a house for ourselves, or even build one if I was going to get really crazy.

  “What do you think Jackson? How big of a fenced-in area are we going to need?”

  He looked up at me and shrugged his little shoulders. “I don't know. What do the regulations say? Is there a rule for daycares to follow?”

  Such a practical rule follower my boy was. I always wondered how it was that he came from me, considering the amount of laws and rules I had broken in my lifetime, but I had been there when he was born. I'd recognize those eyes anywhere. He was my son. The be-all and end- all of my world.

  “I don't know,” I said. “Uncle Ollie has the paperwork on all of that. I was just supposed to check it out and start thinking. We could put up a fence around this area over here,” I pointed towards the west end of the property, “then loop along the back. Put in a sandbox over there, and maybe a cement slab over there for a little basketball court. What do you think?”

  Jackson shrugged.

  “Come on,” I nudged him. “This is our home now. You can have some say in what we do.”

  “I'm fine with anything,” he said. “I just like having a yard to play in. It’s nice not to walk so far to the park whenever I want to play catch.”

  That right there was worth everything to me. His happiness. Even though I wouldn't have a gourmet coffee shop nearby to get my perfectly brewed latte at the drop of a dime, I’d sacrifice city life for him.

  “Alright, well, you hold the measuring tape. I'm going to pace it out, okay? We're going to have to get some quotes if we want to put up a fence.”

  The two of us measured out the area we'd be fencing off and I wrote down the measurements as we did them. Jackson, though he was only six years old, was one hell of a listener. I only had to give him directions one time and he did whatever I asked. He was the absolute model of a perfect child. Which sounded like heaven, but sometimes I just wished that he would throw a tantrum once or twice, just so I know he had it in him.

  “You want to play catch for a while?”

  “Do we have enough time before dinner?” he asked. “

  “Yeah, we’ve got plenty of time.”

  “I'll go grab my glove! I can pick up yours, too.”

  “That'd be great, buddy, thanks.”

  He took off toward the garage where we stored all our outdoor equipment. He came back quickly with his glove and mine. I was the absolute worst at sports and couldn't offer him much advice as far as catching and throwing. I kept myself in shape by running and doing yoga. I'd had to watch several YouTube videos to learn the fundamentals of baseball, but it was always fun to play with Jackson. And now that we had the space for it, we could really let loose.

  I threw the ball a little too hard, and it went over Jackson's head, hit the ground, and then rolled into the weeds at the back of the property.

  Jackson took off after it, and it wasn’t long before I couldn't see him through the thick forest behind the house.

  I panicked. “Jackson, come back. I need to be able to see you at all times.”

  Get a hold of yourself, Kayden. This isn’t the city.

  “Dad, come look!” Excitement and wonder rang in his voice.

  Oh boy. What did he find? I took off at a jog and pushed my way through the brush. About ten feet into the wooded area, my son sat on the ground with an adult sized golden retriever. The dog sat next to him panting and wagging his tail happily.

  “What the hell,” I said.

  Jackson glared at me. “You're not supposed to say that word.”

  “Yes, thank you, sweetheart. I know that. Where did he come from? And get away from him, buddy, he might be dangerous.”

  “He's really nice,” Jackson said. But he stood up anyway and came back to my side.

  The dog followed, wagging his tail, tongue hanging out of his mouth.

  “I don't see a collar,” I said. “And he looks pretty dirty, like he's been running for a while.” He was a bit on the skinny side, too, like he had missed a meal or two.

  I lifted my hand and let the dog sniff it. The dog seemed plenty nice, but I wasn't going to let my guard down. “Let's take him back to the house. I guess we can give him some water and some food. Then we can walk around to see if anybody's missing a dog in the area.”

  “Can we keep him?” Jackson bounced, his eyes wide with excitement.

  “Maybe,” I said. “But really that's up to Uncle Ollie and Uncle Philip.”

  Now that Ollie had an Alpha in his life, it felt a little bit like Jackson and I were intruding on their blissful happiness, but they assured us that we were not. At this point in time, I didn't have anywhere else to go, so we dealt with it. The house was big enough for all of us anyway. I don't know what Ollie's grandmother had done with such an enormous house, living there by herself for so many years, but it worked out perfectly for us.

  “Come on, puppy, let's go.” I grabbed Jackson's hand and started walking. The dog followed us, staying close to our side as we walked through the backyard to the garage.

  I grabbed a bucket and filled it up with water, while Jackson stood next to the dog petting him.

  “He looks like a Shelby,” Jackson said.

  “That's kind of a girl name, don't you think?”

  Jackson shrugged. “He might be a girl. I never checked.”


  I didn't either and I wasn't about to start lifting the dog's leg to find out.

  “All right, let me look up Animal Control and see what they suggest. We can't keep him if he has owners, okay. He's probably somebody pet that's gone missing.”

  “I know,” Jackson said sadly.

  I made a mental note to look into adopting a dog if it turned out that this one belonged to someone else.

  “Make sure you wash your hands before we go inside, all right? He's quite dirty.”

  “I will, Dad.”

  The dog drank like he hadn't drank in days.

  “Why don't you run inside and see if we have any bread or something for him? Or maybe some lunch meat.”

  “Okay.” Jackson bounded off towards the house in search of some food. I sent a quick text with a picture to Ollie, letting him know that there may or may not be a dog here when he, Philip, and Christopher arrived home from dinner at Philips mom's house.

  Ollie’s grandmother had been a bit of a pack rat and I managed to find a dog leash and a collar in the shelving unit in the garage. I clipped it on him, and when Jackson came back, we let the dog eat a few slices of lunch meat. Once he seemed content, we took off down the road with him.

  “We'll just go to a couple of the neighbor’s houses,” I said. “See if he belongs there.” We lived in the country, but we had a few neighbors on either side of us. I hadn't met them yet. Jackson and I had only been living in the house for a month or so. I wasn’t even sure if Ollie had introduced himself to any of the neighbors.

  No one answered at the first house we came to. It was directly across the road from our house. We walked down the road to the next, which was a fair distance away from our house. There was a police cruiser in the driveway.

  “Oh wow,” I said. “I didn't realize we lived so close to one of Millerstown’s finest.”

  Jackson shot me a look. “What does that mean?”

  “He’s a policeman or woman,” I said. “That means if you ever have any trouble at the house and need help, and none one is around, you can come down here.”