Jackson's Destiny (Sawyer Brothers #2)
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Authors: C. A. Harms
Jackson’s Destiny
Book Two of the Sawyer Brothers Series
C.A. Harms
Jackson’s Destiny
Copyright © 2015 by C.A. Harms.
All rights reserved.
First Print Edition: October 2015
Limitless Publishing, LLC
Kailua, HI 96734
Formatting: Limitless Publishing
ISBN-13: 978-1-68058-328-1
ISBN-10: 1-68058-328-X
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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to locales, events, business establishments, or actual persons—living or dead—is entirely coincidental.
Dedication
Losing someone is never easy. You can never be prepared, and even when you know it is coming, it hurts all the same. Treasure each moment, because you never know when it may be your last.
Table of Contents
Jackson
In a matter of minutes, my world changed forever.
We were all standing in the lobby of Heavenly Temptations, watching Bailey fume at Amber’s mother when the phone rang. The pain and sadness in my momma’s voice as I answered immediately put me on high alert.
“Jackson, please hurry, he won’t get up, and he won’t open his eyes. I don’t know if he’s even breathing.”
The fear that hit me almost stopped my heart. My eyes locked on Ryan’s for only a split second before I spun around on my heel and raced out the door of the bakery toward my truck. I didn’t even take the time to hang up my phone.
The entire drive to my parents’ home was a blur. I don’t remember turning onto Thomas Drive or speeding up Campton Lane, yet I could hear the wail of the sirens from my brother’s squad car as it followed me. I couldn’t get my mother’s words out of my head. Images of my father lying helpless on the ground ate away at me with each mile marker that passed.
I didn’t even turn off the engine when I slid to a stop right next to the ambulance on the gravel of the driveway. I jumped out, leaving the door open, and sprinted toward the barn with my brothers close behind. I could hear their footsteps in the gravel and both of them calling my name, yet I didn’t hesitate for a second.
As I rounded the corner of the barn, the scene hit me. My throat immediately went dry, and chills covered my body. A sense of helplessness washed over me, something I was not familiar with.
My father lay just outside of Midnight’s stall with two paramedics kneeling over him. My mother sat on the ground not even three feet away, staring at the man she had spent her life loving, tears rolling down her cheeks. The strong, confident woman I knew, whose presence alone made the three of us boys cower, looked so frail and devastated.
I wanted to rush to her, comfort her, yet my feet would not move. My gaze shifted back to the man who I could say without a doubt was my best friend and my hero from day one. My father had always been the one person I could turn to no matter what, someone who accepted me without judgment.
I just couldn’t fathom the scene before me. It was almost surreal, like watching something from a movie.
Noah rushed past me toward my mother, and Ryan stepped up to my side. The sounds of more sirens blaring only made my heart beat faster.
The male paramedic began compressions on my father’s chest as the young woman at his side monitored Dad’s pulse. I felt as if I had tunnel vision as I focused on the man’s lips as he counted out before each pump of his hands. When he stopped and looked down at my father before shifting his gaze toward the woman, my own line of vision followed his.
A small shake of her head brought from my mama one of the saddest sounds I had ever heard in my life, a cry of pure agony and despair. The life we had led with the most amazing man any of us had ever known would now only be memories.
My eyes blurred with tears as I took a step toward my father. A strong hand gripped my arm to stop me, but I jerked it away. I reached Dad’s side in three long strides, crumbled to my knees, and placed my hand against his chest. I didn’t speak, just stared back at the man who molded me into who I was today.
“I’m so sorry.” A soft whisper broke the silence, but I couldn’t look away from my father. The young paramedic inched back, allowing me the time I needed to accept that the man before me was gone.
I couldn’t speak. I felt like I was breathing in fire, and my chest ached with every breath. I struggled to hold myself together, but I was slowly falling apart. The idea of a world without my father in it was something I couldn’t wrap my head around. Just three hours ago, we were sitting on the back porch, drinking coffee, and going over everything that needed to be done on the ranch.
Now he was gone.
I’m not an emotional man, but as the loss washed over me, tears filled my eyes and I hung my head, giving in to the overwhelming sense of loss that filled my stomach and made my heart ache. In that moment, I realized just how sad and lonely the world could feel.
Bailey
I wiped the tears from my cheeks and gently blew my nose as I watched everyone begin to walk away from the graveside. Off in the distance, Ryan and Noah were attempting to console Jackson. He was always so assured and confident—hell, he intimidated me, and that was not an easy task. But today he was holding back his emotions. The death of their father was devastating to all of them, but Jackson in particular just seemed lost.
After the services, we all came back to the ranch to pay our respects to the family. I felt a little out of place, but Amber insisted I was part of this group too.
I let my gaze wander around the porch, and the moment it landed on Olivia, my chest ached heavily. The sweet girl had already lost so much, and now she had another loss to bear. Her gorgeous blue eyes were highlighted by glossy tears. Red and swollen, her lower lip trembled as she attempted to hold it together. Amber sat at her side, holding her hand, offering comfort.
Olivia looked up, and her eyes met mine. She forced a smile, and damn if it didn’t make me feel nauseous. Too many memories came back all at once, along with the raw, exposed feeling of loss. Yes, the circumstances were different, but the outcome was the same. We were both learning to live a life without someone we loved being a part of it.
On my way to Gabe’s apartment that day, I told myself I had allowed him enough time to regroup. He’d been home from his deployment to Afghanistan for a few weeks, and it was time for him to rejoin society. I planned to force him to go to Lake Michigan for the day with a group of our friends who had decided to make a day of it. If he refused, I had a bag of chick flicks I would force him to watch.
When I found him hanging from the beam that separated his kitchen and living room, I was shaken to my very core. Gabe had always been my hero, the big brother that kept me safely tucked at his side, shielding me from all harm. We were always so close, and we’d shared a lot of the same interests and dreams. His death broke something inside of me. Something I knew would never fully heal.
Today brought back so many memories of that dark time. My world had fallen apart in the blink of an eye. Not only had I lost my brother that day, but my once-loving family became cold and angry. My father blamed my mother, and in turn she blamed him. Neither of them wanted to admit we’d all missed the signs. We all thought Gabe needed time to heal from what he’d been through in the war, when in reality he needed us to save him. We’d all failed him, and in the end, the world lost an amazing man.
“You okay?” Amber asked as she placed her hand on my shoulder. I hadn’t even realized I was crying. This entire day brought back so many feelings I wasn’t prepared for, including that deep emptiness nothing could fill.
I nodded and wiped away the tears that had escaped. “Yeah,” I whispered hoarsely. “I’m okay.”
I could tell by the look on her face that she didn’t believe a word I had said. Amber knew me too well.
I looked past Amber and noticed Ryan approaching from behind. He wrapped his arm around her waist and placed a gentle kiss on her temple.
“We’re gonna take Jackson for a ride. He needs to clear his head, and being here with all this as a reminder doesn’t seem to be offering any peace,” he said.
I looked back out at the stables and found Jackson still sitting in the same spot, his head hung as his elbows rested against his knees. My heart instantly ached for him.
“Do you wanna take Liv home? Maybe do something to keep her mind busy?” he asked. “Aunt Jeannie is staying with Mom for a few days.”
“Sure,” Amber assured him as she rubbed his arm soothingly before giving him a kiss. “Bailey and I can take her back to the bakery. Spend some time with your brothers. If you need me, just promise me you’ll call.”
“I will, baby,” he whispered before kissing her once more.
My chest tightened as I took in the love they shared. Ryan adored Amber, and I longed to have a man look at me and adore me the way he did her.
After gathering Olivia, we walked to my new Jeep and piled inside. As I backed down the driveway, I looked toward the barn one last time and saw Jackson hunched over at the waist as both his brothers knelt at his sides, consoling him. Watching his grief made me feel so raw inside, as if his pain was my own.
When we arrived back at the bakery, we busied ourselves baking cookies and even slinging batter at one another on occasion to provide Olivia with as much distraction as we could. I too tried to refrain from letting my mind wander, but I couldn’t shake the grief. I may not have known Bill too well, but he was a good man, and he had meant so much to his family that everyone felt their sadness.