Page 225 of Wrecked
“Did it help?”
“Hard to say.” Addison slipped her arm around him. “She liked hearing about the center and she’s excited to be our managing director.”
He draped his arm over her shoulder, and they moseyed up the repaved driveway toward their new cobblestone walkway.
The past six months had been nonstop renovations at the farmhouse. While he and Addison had considered demolishing the building, they’d opted to keep the structure and expand the back of the house, which included the family room, kitchen, and screened porch. Wallpaper had been replaced with fresh coats of paint, furnishings had been swapped out for an updated interior, and the outdated kitchen and bathrooms had been gutted for a stylish, sophisticated look.
Addison called it country chic.
Now, the home felt like theirs, and they spent most weekends there.
“We’ve got two hours before the fam shows up,” Addison said.
“And then, more mayhem,” Hawk added.
One more kiss before they made their way up the rebuilt stairs to the front door. Just as Addison turned the door handle, the roar of a motorcycle caught their ears.
Prescott parked in the driveway, removed his helmet, and strode toward them.
“Perfecttiming.” Hawk’s biting tone made Addison laugh.
Prescott glanced from him to Addison, back to him. “Are you being serious or sarcastic?”
“We’re always happy to see you,” Addison said. “It’s just that the party doesn’t start for a couple of hours.”
Prescott raked a hand through his hair. “What party?”
“We sent a group text,” Addison pulled her phone from the back pocket of her jeans, then flipped it around so Prescott could see. “You’re included.”
Prescott exhaled a frustrated grunt. “I missed it.”
“The family’s coming over,” Hawk said.
“My dad too,” Addison added.
Prescott took a step back. “I’ll come back.”
Hawk studied his brother. Worry lines between his eyebrows were etched deep. Normally, he was chill, but his jawline muscles were ticking in his cheek.
“Whoa, baby,” Hawk said.
“Don’t leave,” Addison added.
“I’ve been dealing with something,” Prescott replied.
“Come on in,” Addison said. “You want a lemonade?”
“I’m gonna need something stronger than that,” Prescott replied as the three made their way into the house.
In the kitchen, Hawk broke out the liquor. After Prescott tossed back a shot of Widow Jane bourbon, he asked for a second.
With their drinks in hand, they got comfortable on the back porch. He and Addison side by side on the sofa while Prescott leaned against the chair rail.
“What’s going on?” Hawk asked.
“I have a sister,” his brother replied.
“Right, Kerri,” Hawk said.
