Fear the Beard read online Lani Lynn Vale (Dixie Wardens Rejects MC #2)

Categories Genre: Alpha Male, Biker, College, Funny, MC, Young Adult Tags Authors: Series: The Dixie Wardens Rejects MC Series by Lani Lynn Vale
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Total pages in book: 79
Estimated words: 78760 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 394(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 263(@300wpm)
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“Tally!” Hadley called.

Tally looked up at Hadley, and then grinned at something I couldn’t hear.

I looked up and watched the two women converse, wondering again what Tally saw in that girl.

Even I could tell from all the way across the room that Hadley was looking down on her.

Deciding that I needed to speak to Tally about her, I got up and continued with class.

All the while my fingers smelled of Tally.

Chapter 16

You need to turn down your psycho before I turn mine up. Trust me, no one will like it if I turn mine up.

-Tally’s secret thoughts

Tally

“You want to go out tonight?” Hadley asked.

I shook my head as I bit my lip, my pen working furiously over the page of my NCLEX study guide.

“Can’t,” I said. “I have to run a few errands, and I have Tallulah tonight.”

Hadley grumbled something under her breath that sounded suspiciously like ‘bullshit.’

“What?” I asked, looking up at her.

I was surprised to find a look of derision on her face.

“What?” I asked again.

“It’s fucking ridiculous that all you do is study and stay at home,” she said stubbornly.

I blinked.

“Hadley,” I murmured. “I have a child, and I’m five weeks away from graduating,” I informed her. “What would you like me to do? Fuck it all up because you want me to go to some party?”

“It’s coffee, Tally. Fucking coffee. It’s not a party,” she snapped.

I looked at my friend, wondering where the sweet, kind and considerate Hadley had gone.

The person here now in my friend’s place was someone completely different.

Over the last six weeks, it’d turned into pure torture to be around her.

She was acting very different, and every time I told her I couldn’t go with her somewhere, she got all offended and hurt.

It wasn’t my fault I was a single mother…though, I guess it technically was.

I did have the sex that resulted in the pregnancy.

And it’s not like it was even good sex at that.

“Ladies,” that deep, smooth, sexy voice broke into my thoughts.

Speaking of sex.

“Dr. Tommy,” I said, hoping I sounded professional instead of all breathy and excited that he was talking to me.

I hadn’t had much chance to talk to him over the last few weeks.

The man had, however, starred in my dreams—day and nighttime alike.

He was all I could think about, and everything I still couldn’t have.

It’d been pure hell, and I hated the fact that I couldn’t talk to him like I wanted to if we had not been student and teacher.

We’d already crossed over that line, but it didn’t mean that we could continue to do so. The temptation was definitely there, though.

Even if I hadn’t seen him, I still thought about him. Constantly.

I’d kept myself super busy, picking my regular shifts back up at the convenience store—this time in one of Mama Moring’s other stores. This one was in a seedier part of town and was located just off the interstate.

The other store had been a total loss, and everything inside had been ruined due to the sudden intrusion of flood water into the store.

I wasn’t a hundred percent positive that Mama Moring hadn’t just found a job for me to do out of the kindness of her heart.

It didn’t matter, though. I was grateful. I had bills to pay, and I needed this job to pay them.

“How’s the house repair coming?” Dr. Tommy butted in.

I blinked, wondering how he knew about my house repair.

“Uhh,” I said. “It’s coming along okay, but it’s going to be difficult to fix.”

That is if it was even fixable at all.

My father and a few of his buddies had been out surveying the flooding when they’d come across my tiny house. It’d been in the center of a field right in the heart of the flood zone. While they did find it, it was another week before the water receded enough and they could get to it.

The first step into my home had been heartbreaking.

Everything that I’d worked so hard for was ruined. The blankets that I’d sewn for Tallulah were mildewed. All of her baby items that I’d wanted to save as keepsakes were broken and waterlogged.

That wasn’t it, though.

No, my father said that even though the house had been up out of the water due to the trailer it’d been built on, the entire floor needed to be replaced including the subfloor and the framing that the floor was built on.

My insurance company would only cover partial repairs due to the fact that I didn’t have flood insurance—and apparently, I was extremely lucky to get even that much.

None of this boded well for me.

I’d be living with my parents for the next year to be able to afford to pay for the repairs.

Needless to say, it was a touchy subject that I wasn’t in the mood to talk about.

If anyone besides Tommy had asked me about it, I would’ve immediately shut them down.


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