Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Logan ~ ~
My phone vibrated... for the tenth time. Yanking on the reins, I slowed my horse, Timber, then lifted my hat to wipe the back of my hand across my forehead before setting back in place. I was already in a foul mood today. Cows I could handle. Vandals I couldn't.
Eleventh time.
What the hell was so important?
Frustrated, I lifted my butt from the saddle whilst reaching around to my back pocket to pull out my phone.
Jackson. Eleven messages.
My face morphed into a scowl. I was pissed at him for upsetting Maddy. And this morning I'd told him to sort his shit out.
I swiped the message.
Jackson: Quit ignoring me. Asshole.
Oh, I'm the asshole? Yeah. Grumbling, I wouldn't dignify that with a response because I wasn't interested in anything he had to say until he'd fixed it. And out of the two of us, Jackson was the one who ran away from his problems and avoided fixing them. I was still waiting on him to tell me why he'd quit the military. But so far, he'd been tight-lipped.
My phone buzzed, again.
Jackson: We just had a visitor. Guess who?
Ugh. I hated cryptic messages.
Me: How about we cut through the crap? I'm busy. Spit it out.
Jackson: So you are alive!?
Jackson: And what crawled up your ass?
Jackson: The one who shalt not be named.
There was only one person we'd jokingly assigned that moniker to.
Me: Mercy Jane?
Jackson: Ding. Ding. We have a winner.
Godsdammit. The woman was toxic. A walking, talking, biohazard.
Me: Is Maddy ok?
My eyes travelled over yonder to the guys working on fixing the fence. I was in the middle of rounding up cows. But if Maddy needed me, then I'd hand this over to Hank, my Ranch Manager to oversee. Very few things took priority over Ranch business.
Maddy was one of them. Probably the only one.
Jackson: Nah, we're good. Took out the trash and our girl made us proud.
Our girl and I smiled, hoping that meant she'd told her mama to do a running jump.
Jackson: Maddy wants to talk to us both, together. Something important. When you heading in?
