Lockwood Creek Book Two - This can be read as a stand-a-lone.
A Why Choose Story.
Maddy Lockwood was the Perfect Daughter and to save the Lockwood family she agreed to a marriage she did not want, but now she will learn the hard way that no matter...
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~ ~ Maddy ~ ~
We chatted about normal everyday stuff whilst on the way to the bar. I was glad they hadn't brought up our earlier conversation. Apart from the obvious, embarrassing nature. I didn't want it to spoil our first official date.
Date. I kept having to repeat it. Still not believing I was actually dating two men.
Was it stupid—reckless? I'd always been a good girl. The apple of my parents' eye, their precious daughter who could do no wrong—did no wrong and only ever wanted to make them happy. I did none of those things that I secretly envied my sister for.
But I was finished living to please them and would it be so bad to live a little recklessly? Have fun?
The smooth growl of Jackson's truck cut out as he brought us to a stop. Logan hopped out, and I shifted across the seat to take his offered hand.
"Per your request, Princess," said Logan, eyeing up the place.
The line up. That was the bars name. I had great memories of this place having been here once before. It was the last night Riley Jo had spent in Lockwood before heading out to live her life and not our mama's. I'd danced till my feet hurt with her and Connor.
"You sure 'bout this place, Princess?' asked Logan, his heavy brow lifting.
I nodded my head excitedly as my eyes swarmed over the building and instead of the customary butterflies, birds' wings were flapping around. But Logan obviously had doubts.
"It's gonna be busy." His eyes flicked over to Jackson, who was locking up the truck and making his way around his truck.
And he wasn't wrong. They had packed the place out with trucks and other vehicles. "Have either of you been here before?"
"Nope." Logan shook his head. "I prefer somewhere less..." he paused, his eyes shifting to a couple who were exiting the main entrance, fetching the sounds from inside with them. "Quieter, bit more selective," he finished.
Selective? What the hells did that mean?
"Righty. All set then?" Logan rested a hand on my lower back, guiding us toward the front entrance. Country music got so much louder the closer we came. And the smile on my face was threatening to split my face in two.
Jackson, now walking alongside us, was patting his pockets. "Everythin' alright, Jackson?" Had he forgot something?
"You better not be expecting me to reach into my pockets, Jackson," said Logan, but his tone was teasing.
Jackson laughed.
"Because if memory serves me right, brother, you owe me a few beers, more than a few!"
"Don't you be frettin' Logan. I'm good for it."
It was nice to hear the easy banter between them. This morning, everything was strained, but with the air now cleared, it was more relaxed. When they were younger, they were close, not only brothers but best friends. Jackson had always been the jokester and light-hearted, loved playing pranks, and Logan was there to rein him in when he would go too far, always the more serious of the two. They balanced each other out.
