Sitting up on the side of her bed, she picked up the phone on her bedside table. It took her a few phone calls to get the information she needed. Wiping the tears still clinging to her cheeks, she punched in the numbers.
“Hi, Cash.” Sutton deliberately made her voice turn flirtatious. “This is Sutton. You busy?”
She heard the surprise in his voice as they talked. She tried to pretend interest, telling herself over and over it was for Tate.
After he finished talking about his last football game, Sutton brought up the reason for her call.
“Have you asked anyone to the prom yet?”
“No.”
“Want to go with me?” she asked in a rush before she could change her mind.
A brief silence met her question.
“I thought you were going with Tate.”
“We broke up. I really want to go, and since you’ve asked me out a couple of times since school started, I was wondering if you would take me.”
“Okay. I think we’ll have a good time.” Sutton heard the insinuation in his voice.
“Me, too.”
“You okay? You sound funny.”
Sutton cleared her throat. “I’m fine. Just have a small cold. I’ll see you at school tomorrow.”
“See you then.”
“Goodnight, Cash.” Sutton hung up the phone, any chance she had of a future with Tate now eliminated.
Chapter 4
“Did you see anything while you were out?”
“No. Why?” Tate asked, looking up from his plate at Greer.
“You’re not eating your dinner.” Greer nodded at his still-full plate, and Dustin was watching him just as curiously.
“Guess I’m not hungry.” Tate shoved his chair back from the table and stood up.
He went outside, staring at the mountains that surrounded his home. Leaning on the railing, he picked up a pack of cigarettes and took one out. Pulling the lighter from his pocket, he lit the tube and sucked in a deep breath.
“What’s going on, Tate?” Dustin came to his side, leaning against the banister.
Tate glanced at the worried frown on his youngest brother’s face. Dustin had matured fast over the last few years with the responsibility of a child. Tate was proud of the way he had stepped up to make a living for his son. Dustin had worked hard to become an accountant despite everyone not taking him seriously. He still fought an uphill battle; he had only five clients. The people in town were more worried he would steal their money than keep an accurate count. To the people in Treepoint, Porters would always be trash.
“When I went to the field, I heard a car at Pap’s house.” Tate kept his voice low. He didn’t want Dustin worried unnecessarily for Logan’s safety.
“Really? Shit. That’s the first time in years anyone’s been in that junk heap. Did you see who it was?”
“Sutton Creech.”
Dustin gave him a sharp look. “What’s she doing back in town?”
“Didn’t ask. I don’t imagine she’ll stay long. Probably here to see that property.”
“Shit. The Hayeses aren’t going to be happy about that.”
“No, they’re not. They’ve been using that property for the last three years to grow their weed. They think it’s funny as shit that the judge’s father’s land is being used to grow weed under his nose.”
“Damn, you think they’ll mess with her?”
“I don’t know. It depends on how long she stays and if she stays away from the back part of the property. The Hayeses probably already dug up this year’s supply, so she should be fine until spring. She won’t be hanging around that long, anyway.”
“What if she decides to sell?”
“Who’s going to be stupid enough to buy it, knowing they’ll have to deal with the Hayeses?”
“You going to tell her?” Dustin lifted a brow.
“Fuck no. I’m not sticking my nose where it’s none of my fucking business. Asher and Holt are mean fuckers, but if Sutton doesn’t go snooping, they’ll leave her alone.”
“What if they don’t? You going to do anything?”
Tate snorted. “Sutton doesn’t need me to fight her battles. She can take care of herself.”
He would never forget the day Sutton showed him exactly what he meant to her. After chasing her all senior year, he saw she was spending the summer with her pap, and used the opportunity to his advantage. They saw each other all that summer, getting to know each other better.
Most of the boys in the school had chased after the beautiful girl. She had smiled at some and dated a few, ignoring the rest. He and Cash Adams were two she had ignored. The rivalry between them over the girls in town was becoming heated by that point, neither worrying about stepping on the other’s toes. Looking back now, Tate realized it had been stupid and childish.
When Cash went out with a girl Tate liked, he would retaliate by going out with one Cash liked. The girls became a game to them, neither of them caring about the broken hearts they left behind … until Sutton.
He grew close to her during that summer. When she began making plans to go off to college together, he didn’t tell her no, though he often changed the subject when he could. She stood beside him during the worst time of his life when his parents died. He leaned on her for help with Rachel, and she came through, helping her with her homework and holding her when Rachel would break down in tears that he didn’t know how to deal with.
As her prom drew closer, he wanted to make it up to her for all the help she had given him, so he decided to make the night special for her. They hadn’t made love yet, since Sutton was too shy to let him go further than kissing her other than the few times she let him brush her breast with his hand. It had been a frustrating time in his life because he was already used to girls putting out when he wanted. Sutton was refreshing and sweet, driving him insane.
He had rented a room in Jamestown, since both of them knew their relationship was going to change that night. Sutton wasn’t going to walk out of that hotel the virgin she was when she went inside. He wanted to give her a taste of what the other girls at school would have with their dates renting limos. However, even with working part-time at the grocery store, he didn’t have the extra money to pay for one, so he got sloppy selling a few bags of pot to several of the boys from school who wanted it for prom night.
He was driving home from work when the sheriff pulled him over. Tate hated the old bastard, but he had been smart enough to step out of his car when told to. The evil gleam in the sheriff’s eye showed he was waiting for Tate to argue. It didn’t take him five minutes to find the pot hidden in his car; as a result, Tate knew someone had snitched on him. He was handcuffed and taken to the sheriff’s office five minutes later.
He hadn’t known who to call to get him out of jail. With his parents dead, he had no relatives to turn to for help. He had called Sutton, only to have her father pick up the phone. He had been humiliated as he haltingly explained he needed to talk to Sutton. Her father had never been overly friendly with him, but he hadn’t been rude, either. When the judge had told him Sutton was out shopping, Tate had become desperate, not wanting to leave his brothers and sister home alone for the night, and had told the judge he was in jail then asked for help.
Surprisingly, the judge showed up at the jail and had him released. Tate’s mouth twisted bitterly at the memory. He was sickeningly grateful as they walked outside together, the sheriff watching impassively after handing him his car keys as they went out the door.
“Thank you, sir. I promise I won’t do—”
“Don’t make promises you aren’t going to keep. You want to thank me? Stay away from Sutton,” the judge had ordered.
Tate stopped walking to stare at the judge. “I can’t, sir. I care about her.”
“A Porter never cared about anything more than how much weed they’re selling and not getting caught. Are you going to drag Sutton down like your father dragged down your mother? Is that what you want?”
“No, sir. I’m not going to sell it anymore. I just needed the money for—”
“I don’t care why you needed the money this time. Every time you need it, you’ll pull out your bag and sell it again. It’s how you were raised. I’ve never known a Porter to make a living legally. It’s why most of your kin’s in the pen or dead. You will be, too, and I’ll be damned if I’m doing to watch my daughter being dragged through the dirt with you.”
Tate’s hands clenched at his sides. “Sir, I appreciate your help, but I won’t stop seeing Sutton.”
The judge’s lips tightened. “Then I guess we have nothing further to say to each other, do we?”
“No, we don’t.”
The judge gave him a sharp nod then got in his expensive car and drove away, leaving Tate standing in the parking lot. Tate drove home, and not wanting to get Sutton in trouble with her father, he didn’t call her that night. Instead, he searched for her the next day at school when he dropped Greer and Dustin off.
Usually, she waited for him at the entrance of the school, and they would share a quick kiss before she went inside. Tate waited as long as he could before he went to work without being late.