Title: Cross
Author: Adriana
Locke
Series: The
Gibson Boys #2.5
Release Date: Friday,
May 25, 2018
Live
Release on Amazon and in KU
Amazon Buy Link: https://amzn.to/2GQ1NBn
Questions you might have:
1.
This
novella was originally released in the Team Player Anthology last winter. It
has been updated a bit with a few new chapters to round out the story.
2.
Two
Gibson Boy short stories involving characters from this series, Nora, Kip, and
Blaire, are included in the back for reader enjoyment.
3.
This
is a standalone novella. However, it technically takes place after Craft, which
is why it’s numbered #2.5. Reader do NOT have to have read Craft to enjoy
Cross.
4.
Reading
Order:
Crank - https://amzn.to/2L7b0sa
Craft - https://amzn.to/2k4eXS0
Cross – live release on Amazon
& KU on 5/25
Crave (coming Summer 2018)
Cross
Jacobs was a screw-up.
Everyone knew it, especially him, and the point
was hammered home when Kallie Welch drove herself right out of his life.
But, she’s back.
Seeing Cross wasn’t on Kallie’s to-do list. She
didn’t think she could avoid him forever but trying never hurt anyone. One
minute she’s standing by herself and the next she’s accosted by a rich, velvety
scent that could only belong to one man: Cross.
At face value, he’s divine. All rugged and
confident with a smile that melts her right where she’s standing. It doesn’t
take long to find him to be charming, witty, and the owner of a few legitimate
businesses. Not at all like the mischievous boy she left.
He laughs and her heart flutters. With a touch
of his hand, she’s dizzy. She’s fairly certain she’s going to die when he pulls
her into an embrace and touches his lips to her forehead.
It feels right. It feels so right.
But is it?
Chapter One
Cross
“Where have you been in that thing?” Machlan shouts.
The roar of his muscle car’s engine winds down and he
clicks the transmission into park. The purplish-black paint shines in the early
afternoon sun.
Having just backed out of a parking spot onto Main
Street, I check my rearview mirror. No one is coming. “Bluebird Hill,” I tell
him. “After all that rain last night, I figured I’d test the new tires Walker
put on my truck last week.”
“You’re a fuckin’ kid.” He laughs.
“Says the man driving that,” I tease, pointing at his
ride.
“I’m not sure what your point is. This car is the
baddest thing in town.” He punches the gas, the motor roaring like a banshee.
Glancing around at Doc Burns’ office with two cars in
the parking lot and the Linton County History Museum across the street that
only opens for the Water Festival once a year, I grin. “That’s not saying
much.”
“Go to Hell.” His hand slips through his dark hair and
over his chin. The amusement in his features evaporates as I watch … and
cringe.
I know this look. I know all of his looks, actually, a
by-product of being his best friend as long as I can remember. Many of them
concern me and a lot of them worry me. But this one? It’s a flashing red sign
with Vegas-inspired lights.
The thing is, I can’t just ignore it. When this look
comes, so does the topic of my sister and, even though I love the both of them,
I wouldn’t mind seeing them in a padded room until they fix whatever it is
between them that is so broken.
With a sigh, I jam my truck into park too. “Yes,” I
say, answering the question he’s yet to ask. “Hadley called and isn’t coming
home this weekend. She said maybe next week.”
His jaw works back and forth as he stares down the
street. “Why?”
That single word is spit with a lifetime of emotion.
Machlan has loved my sister since the day she moved to Linton with our father
and me when our mother died. She was fourteen and innocent and he was fifteen
and infatuated. Through the years, they were off and on and together and not—at
least officially. Everyone knew Machlan and Hadley were one and the same.
I’m not sure why she moved away from here. Being both her brother and his best friend precluded me from certain information, which is for
the best. They both drive me nuts without
having the details.
“Not sure,” I reply. “She left a voicemail last night
saying she wouldn’t be home today. She didn’t pick up when I called her back.”
He flips his gaze to me. “You didn’t talk to her after
that?”
“She’s a big girl, Mach,” I mock. “I’m sure she had
shit to do.”
“Yeah.” His fingers regrip the steering wheel as his
jaw goes back to work again.
“I’m gonna go wash this before I
head back to the gym—”
“She’s all right, though. Right?” he interrupts. His
face is stone-cold sober. “I mean …”
“She’s fine.”
He waits. Blinks. Re-grips the wheel again. “That’s
it?”
Popping my truck into drive, I blow out a breath.
“Yeah, that’s it. You want to know more? Call her. What a fucking amazing
concept.”
“Yeah. I’ll get right on that,” he snips back.
“You should. Then you could quit this whole thing.”
“Got nothin’ to quit, man. Just being a decent guy.”
A decent guy. It’s my turn to
turn my knuckles white on the steering wheel.
Machlan isn’t a decent guy. He’s a fucking great one …
much better than the guy Hadley is seeing now. A guy I haven’t mentioned to
Mach since I got home a couple of weeks ago from visiting her. I’m not
mentioning him, either. I’ll save the boyfriend an ER bill and myself the bail
money.
I can’t blame him. It has to be hard to see Hadley
with another guy when, in Machlan’s mind, she’s his girl.
My stomach twists like it always does when my mind
goes down this road. At least my girl didn’t bring other guys back with her.
Hell, she didn’t even come back at all.
“Here comes Kip,” Machlan says, bringing me out of my
reverie. Nodding toward the road in front of him, he laughs. “I’m not moving.”
I twist in my seat to see the sheriff coming toward
us. He blares the siren twice as if to get us to move. We don’t.
Machlan pokes his head out of the window. “Need
somethin’?” he shouts.
Laughing, I watch Kip’s car slide carefully between
Machlan’s and the curb on the other side.
“You can’t park in the street!” Kip yells.
“What are ya gonna do about it?” I holler.
“Take ya both in.”
“Don’t you have somewhere to be?” Machlan asks.
“Someone to protect and serve? Or service,
if I know you?”
Kip shakes his head as Machlan flips him the bird. The
sirens come on again before Kip hits the gas and speeds off down the street and
vanishes over the hill.
When I look back at Machlan, his attention is on his
phone.
“What?” I ask, curious about the smile on his face.
He looks at me and laughs. Sticking the phone in the
cup holder, he shrugs. “Nothing. But can you do me a favor?”
“No.”
“I need help moving a couple of things at Crave. Come
help me. Just for a few.”
“What’s in it for me?” I ask.
“A beer?”
Throwing the truck in neutral, I rev the engine. It
barely sounds before his is screaming over top of mine and we jet off in
opposite directions. I get to a stop sign at the end of the street and do a
quick one-eighty to head to Crave.
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