Falling for Fallon (Oak Hill 2)

I’d find somewhere to stay. Or I’d stay in my car.

Emmett was out of the question. I didn’t trust my father one bit.

In fact…

I swung open my car door and ran back inside, just for a second. My mother was still standing in the same spot that I left her in.

“Make sure he leaves Emmett alone, okay? Please.”

My mother inhaled.

“I’ll never forgive him if he does something to him.”

My mother smashed her lips together and nodded her head. I turned around and started to walk out the door, praying that my father would listen to her and just leave things be.

Now… to figure out what the hell I was going to do.

Chapter Twenty-Two

Emmett

“Well, that was a fun game of poker… bitchesssss!” I shouted, flashing the money I’d made. I smirked, and Axe threw an empty beer can at my head. I ducked and it hit the wall behind me, causing it to go crashing to the floor.

“You guys are too rowdy for me,” my father said, chuckling to himself.

“Can’t hang with the big dawgs, Dad. We get it.”

He laughed again. “Big dawgs? Didn’t you continue to wet the bed until you were… oh, gosh, I can’t remember… were you thirteen?”

Dawson laughed from beside me, as did Axe and Jake—one of Dawson’s linemen. “No, that was Dawson, Dad. Jeez, old age already gettin’ to ya?”

Dawson smacked my head but then stood up and left the room. Axe and Jake started to gather their shit to head out for the night, clapping my dad on the shoulder and then nodding to me. “We’re glad you came back after the last game, Darrion.”

My dad smiled. “I bet you are; you guys took all my money again.”

They cackled as they walked through the door, saying goodbye one last time.

My father glanced up at me as soon as we were alone. “So, where’ve you been the last few games? And your mother said you missed the last lunch she had.”

“You and Mom are talking now?”

He gave me a look. “We’ve always talked, Emmett. You know that your mom and I worked through our divorce and moved on.”

I turned away. “I know. I was just trying to get the attention off me.”

He chuckled. “Diversions never work on me. You know this.”

I shrugged and then nodded. “I’ve just been…”

“Mending yet another broken heart.”

“Another?”

“Your mother said something about that last girlfriend of yours putting you through the ringer—some hothead.”

I barked ou

t a laugh. “A hothead? You mean redhead?”