Nice Shot (John Luke Robertson Book 2)

Chapter 4

"That was fun," I smile as John Luke grabs my hand, pulling me to the truck. He nods in agreement, opening the door for me.
"Yeah, it was," he states, cranking the truck up. Turning, I notice his distant eyes. He doesn't look at me once, only keeping his eyes forward as Sadie hops into the back seat.
"That was so fun! We should do a sleep over with all of them! Could you imagine how fun that would be?" Sadie squeals, bouncing on the seat.
"Yeah," John Luke mumbles, buckling and heading out of the lot. I buckle as well and lean back in my seat, not sure what to do. Why is he so distant? What is he thinking about?
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"Has Hunter called yet?" Sadie asks from her position on the couch at Miss Kay's. I look at her over my shoulder as I stand in front of the kitchen island about ten feet from her.
"No, and I'll tell you when he does. I promise, you will be the first person I tell," I state, pouring sweet tea from the pitcher into the glass mason jars filled with ice cubes. Sadie groans before fanning her hands in front of her face. Miss Kay's air conditioner is broken in her home, so it's hot as crap since it's summer. Sadie's been complaining for hours now. "You can go to my house Sadie. The air works fine there."
"No, everyone else is over here," she argues, wiping her brow. I laugh softly, placing the empty tea pitcher down and place the jars onto a wooden tray so I can carry them. Miss Kay places a bunch of sandwiches on another tray and pushes them to me.
"Tell them it's time for a break, alright? We could always call someone to fix the AC," she tells me. I give her a look.
"Now you know as well as me that Phil will not pay somebody to do a job that he is perfectly capable of completing with the right tools and time," I say, smiling. She nods, giving a smile.
"I'm sure happy you're here, though, Kaysie. I might take up your offer and go to your house, because a woman like me just don't know how to handle this much heat. It's not even July yet. Why is it this hot?" She picks up her own sweet tea and takes a few sips. I giggle at her.
"You're more that welcome to go over to my house, Miss Kay," I say.
"Thank you," she says, pulling her shirt away from her skin and fanning it out. I grab the two trays stacked on top of each other with a small space between so nothing gets squashed. Carrying them through the open door, I take my steps carefully so I don't fall. I spot the old wooden picnic table and set the trays beside each other on it.
"Okay, boys. Take a break. It's lunch time," I say, spinning to watch the Roberton's step away from their positions. Phil hops down from the ladder he was perched on, John Luke drops his tools, Jase moves from his position at the bottom of the ladder, holding it still, Willie moves from leaning against the side of the house, Cole moves from his squatting position, letting go of the bucket that caught all of the leaking water from the air conditioning unit, and Reed sets a box down- a box that controls something in the air conditioner, but I have no idea what it is.
My dad even moved from his position holding the air conditioner in place. He sets it down on the ground, following Phil's instructions.
"Turkey on the left, and ham on the right," I say, gesturing to the sandwiches. Each Robertson slides by, swiping a sandwich and a tea. My dad comes by last, thanking me and grabbing his lunch. I pick up the empty teas as the men sit at the table.
I take the trays into the house, placing them in the sink and grabbing a sponge.
"I'll get it," a deep, familliar voice says behind me. I turn and face my boyfriend. Before I can kiss him, the voice pops into my head, telling me it's all my fault that John Luke was dragged into James' line of fire.
"It's okay. You go help fix the AC," I tell him, spinning again and scrubbing the jar in my hands.
"No, they don't need me," he says, reaching for the glass.
"I've got it, JL. I promise," my hands are shaking from frustration and sadness.
"No, Kaysie," he grabs the glass but I snatch it from his hands.
"I'm capable of washing dishes," I snap, scrubbing and drying the jar. I pick up another jar and begin to scrub vigorously.
"Baby," JL speaks softly, taking the an.
"No," I say, grabbing the jar. My soapy fingers desperately try to catch a firm grasp on the jar, but I fail. The jar drops into the stainless steal sink, clashing and shattering into small pieces. I drop my hands to the counter, holding on as my knees give up. Sobs rack my body as tears roll. I can't do this. John Luke was shot because of me. He almost died because of me. And I still don't know who killed my sister. What's the point?
"Sh, sh, sh," John Luke wraps his strong arms around my waist from behind, holding me up. I rest my wet hands on his and fall into his chest.
"I'm sorry," I gasp, taking a breath before reading into sobs again. "It's all my fault."
"Kaysie, please stop torturing yourself over the past," John Luke is loud over my cries.
"But it's my fault. You never would've been shot if it wasn't for me," I say, sobbing loud.
"And I would do it again in a heartbeat if it meant keeping you safe," John Luke says, sitting us down on the floor. I face him as he hold my face in his hands.
"But-"
"But nothing. I don't want to hear it. You are my life. I live for you. I lived through the shot for you. I protected you because I couldn't deal with the fact that you wouldn't get to live your life. I'm in love with you, Kaysie Ann Ty. Nothing's going to change my mind, so please change yours. Change your mind about the doubts you're having," he kisses my cheek softly, trailing them to my ear as he whispers. "I love you. I love you. I love you." He repeats the three words. "I don't know how many times I have to say it in order for you to hear it."
"One more time," I smile, leaning back. His dark brown eyes stare into mine, glossy and filled with small tears.
"I love you, Kaysie, more that anything," he kisses me and all thoughts leave. No doubts. No voices. And no tears of sadness. At least for a while.
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