All Chapters of Lush Curves (Dangerous Curves 8): Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

Three days later Victor ‘Scars’ Innis poured his younger brother a shot of whiskey, raised his eyebrows. Sam nodded wearily, and Scars made the drink a double. He set the glass on the coffee table in front of Sam, plunked himself down on the sofa. He raised his own tumbler, both men tossed the alcohol back.“Argh.” Sam shuddered. “Urgh. Dear God, that’s revolting.”“Another?”“Hell, yes.”Scars grabbed the whiskey from the kitchen counter, poured the shots, kept the bottle on the coffee table this time. He stretched his long, jean-clad legs out in front of him and surveyed his kid brother. Sam looked like shit, and Scars knew that he didn’t need more than one guess to know why. He sighed.“Positive for a match?” Scars asked.“Positive for a match.”“Fuck.”“Fuck indeed.”Both men threw their drinks back. Scars sighed again.“So why’d she say nothing until now? Where the fuck has she been for going-on four years?”“Miami.”“With that guy?”“Keith. Yeah. She told him from the get-go th

Annie was slumped on the sofa, mindlessly watching some horrific TV nightmare, something about crazy rich housewives in McMansions who all hated each other. Idly, she noticed they were all very orange.She reached for the carton of ice cream that Jax had brought over the day before, and was shocked to see that it was empty. She’d actually horfed down two entire family-sized tubs of Oreo cookie ice cream in one day, along with far too many Zero Cokes, which made zero sense, now that she stopped and thought about it.Weird that she was still hungry, though. She was living off take-out, naturally, since she’d decided to launch her plan of never leaving the house again, the one that she’d formulated in Sam’s car that first night, and which she now realized, far too late, that she should have gone ahead with back then. She flipped through a few flyers scattered on the floor, settled on the pizza place six blocks over. Yeah, she'd ordered from them the day before, but what the hell. She wa

“Why not?” Noah asked. “You love him, he loves you. He needs some time to make some decisions, and you’re giving it to him. It hurts you both, but it’s what has to be done right now. I understand all of that. It’s logical.”“Yes.” Annie was fitting the urge to smile, despite herself. “It is.”“But this won’t go on forever. Things will fall in line because Doctor Sam will make them. And then you can be together.”“It’s not that simple, Noah.”“Why not?” His tone was combative. “If you want to be with him, and he wants to be with you, and you can talk, then why not?”“Uhhhh…”“I think you’re being very pessimistic,” Noah told her severely. “I also think you’re being very unfair to Doctor Sam. I don’t believe that he’s going to forget you, and I really don’t believe that just because two new people came into his life suddenly, that he’s going to kick you out of it forever. I think that you’re kicking yourself out for good, and I don’t understand why. Why do you want to be unhappy, Mom?”

Scars was checking the alcohol delivery in Satan’s Bar, the bar owned and run by The Road Devils motorcycle club, when the bartender appeared in the door of the backroom, looking puzzled.“Hey, Veep?”Scars turned. “Yeah, Cole?”“Your brother’s here.”Scars damn near dropped the crate of vodka that he was holding. “What?”“Yeah. He’s asking for Jinx. And…”“What?”“He’s got a kid with him. A little girl.”Scars shot out of the storeroom, almost knocking Cole over as he barreled past. Jesus fuck – Sam never set foot anywhere near Road Devils business, and he sure as shit would never bring Cindy into the same damn zip code as Satan’s. Not without damn good reason.Or bad reason.“Sam!” Scars skidded to a halt, saw his adorable little niece on a bar stool, swinging her legs and playing with a straw. “You OK?”Sam nodded, clearly totally lying, holding onto Cindy as she tottered on the stool. “Is Jinx around?”Cindy looked up, saw Scars, and she smiled. “Hi Uncle Vic!”“Hi, babyface.” Sca

Two weeks laterThe day of Sarah and Jax’s wedding dawned cool and clear, a perfect spring morning.Sarah stood in the kitchen, staring out the window. She had a cup of untouched coffee in front of her, and she was a nervous wreck. Jax came into the room, saw her watching the mountain road outside.“No sign?” he asked, and Sarah jumped.“No,” she said. “Not yet. What if – oh, God, Jax. What if it’s not ready?”“Did Elise say that it was ready?” he said calmly. “When you called her this morning?”“It wasn’t ready,” Sarah said, almost in despair. “She said that she was working on it. Jesus, Jax, this is all my damn fault! Why did I have to go and lose sixteen pounds in the past two months?”“Because, Red,” Jax said, crossing the kitchen to hold her. “You had a bad flu for most of the winter, and lived off chicken broth.”“Damn flu,” she muttered. “Messing up my wedding dress fitting.”“Did Elise say that the dress would be ready?”“Yes.”“Has the woman steered you wrong yet?”“No.”“The