Keeping What's His: Tate (Porter Brothers Trilogy 1)

“Really?” Sutton couldn’t imagine Cheryl taking that route.

“Really. I almost joined a biker club, but I screwed up, and they tossed me out.”

“A biker club is in Treepoint?” The small town had changed since she left.

“Yep, and a pretty big one, too.”

From the look on Cheryl’s face, Sutton was sure she was more upset about losing the biker club than Jared.

“Have they been keeping the judge busy?”

“Nope. The Porters have, though. Greer was caught selling some of his weed to an undercover cop, and Tate went to court not too long ago for getting in a fight with Lyle Turner.”

Sutton kept her expression neutral. “What happened?”

“With Lyle or court?”

“Both.”

“Lyle towed Greer’s truck when he broke down on the road home. When Tate took him to pick it up at Lyle’s garage, he charged him twice the tow charge. It started an argument, but Lyle was drunk and swung first, so your father threw the case out.” Cheryl’s head tilted to the side. “Your dad didn’t tell you any of this?”

“He must have forgotten to mention it,” Sutton said evasively. She already knew much of what Cheryl had told her, since she read the Daily Herald online every day, but she figured, if Cheryl was gossiping about everyone else, she wasn’t questioning her. Of course, no sooner did the thought pop into her head than Cheryl turned the conversation in her direction.

“Enough about me and the town. What about you?” She nodded at her hand. “Who did you marry? How long have you been married?”

“I’m a widow.”

Cheryl paled, her hand reaching out to cover Sutton’s on the table. “I’m so sorry.”

Sutton moved her hand away, not wanting the gesture of sympathy. “Thank you. He died six years ago. I’m over the worst of it.” She told the partial truth. She would never recover from Scott’s death.

She reached for her purse. “You better get back to work. You’ve been gone for twenty minutes.”

“Dammit. I’ll catch you later. I’ll drop by your parent’s—”

“I’m not staying there. I’m staying at Pap’s cabin.”

“Why? No one’s been there for years.”

Sutton didn’t miss having to explain every detail of her life.

“I wanted some rest and relaxation while I’m visiting.” She stood, giving Cheryl a brief hug. “Get back to work. I’ll take care of the bill. I’ll see you before I leave.”

“You better. I’ve missed you. Bye, Sutton.”

“Bye, Cheryl.”

Sutton went to the cash register to pay the check, ignoring the glances she felt on her back as she headed to the door. She was about to push the door open when she saw a couple sitting at one of the tables.

Tate was sitting in the restaurant with a woman she didn’t recognize. She was very attractive, smiling at Tate, and a child, who looked about five or six, was seated at the table next to them. When Tate looked up, Sutton glanced away from his gaze, quickly going out the door.

The little boy had the Porter red hair. Did Tate have a child while she was gone, or was that Dustin’s son? He would be about the right age from what she remembered from the news article. The Daily Herald had written about Samantha Langley’s death and her missing child. Months later, another article had given an update of how a man named Knox had been cleared of her death and that her child had been found.

Sutton had always wondered what a child of Tate’s would look like. She now had her answer. The little boy inside the restaurant was the image of him. He had the same auburn hair and green eyes. Their facial features were similar, although where Tate’s features were harsh with an I-don’t-give-a-fuck attitude, the little boy was all boyish innocence.

Sutton dug her fingernails into the palm of her hands, battling back emotions she had thought were locked away. She forced them back, strengthening the emotionless void that was the only way she knew to survive.

She started to cross the street as she almost bumped into a couple who were about to enter the diner. They stared at her curiously, both of them taking only a second to recognize her.

“Sutton.”

“Hello, Cash … Rachel.”

Of the two, Cash Adams was the friendliest. Rachel’s smile had left her face, an angry glint entering her eyes.

“When did you get back in town?”

Rachel didn’t wait to hear the answer to her husband’s question, trying to ignore her as she headed inside the restaurant. Cash draped his arm around her shoulders, holding her in place.

Sutton licked her lips. This was far worse than she had anticipated it would be. Rachel wasn’t even trying to hide her hatred.

“A couple of days ago.” Sutton began to leave, not wanting Rachel to feel uncomfortable.

“Where are you staying?”

Sutton hesitated. Cash was the only one in town who knew she wouldn’t be stepping into her old home.