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The Montgomery Ink series
continues with the brother that deserves a second chance, and the woman who has
always loved him.
Alex
Montgomery lost his first love and then proceeded to leave himself in the
bottle. Only he and his ex-wife truly know why he fell so hard and so fast down
a path he never thought he’d take. Now he’s clean, out of rehab, and learning
how to be a Montgomery once again—a task that isn’t quite as easy as some of
his family assumes.
Tabby
Collins is an honorary Montgomery and the organizational mastermind behind
Montgomery Inc., the family’s construction company. She loves her planners,
friends, and a certain dark-haired man who’s never given her a second glance.
Alex
is slowly re-immersing himself back into the world, but the demons he faced
before aren’t out of the picture, and he’ll have to learn to rely on others to
make it out whole. When Alex discovers that Tabby’s life is in danger, he not
only finds a way to help her but also learns the true woman behind the soft
smiles he’s always seen. Their romance won’t be an easy one, but nothing this
passionate and heart-pounding ever is.
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Read the Final Part of Chapter One
He
focused on one side of the room, snapping a few photos as his sister Meghan
threw her head back and laughed at something her husband Luc said. Luc held
their daughter, Emma, in his arms. The little girl was about five months old
now if he was counting right. In fact, his three sisters had each given birth
to a child five months ago, which just went to show how close the Montgomerys
were. They even bred on a similar schedule so their children could grow up
together. Though he knew they hadn’t done it on purpose, it was still a little
weird.
His
other sister, Maya, leaned back against one of her husbands, Border, while
their third, Jake, held their son, Noah. Beside them, Miranda, Alex’s final
sister, held her son, Micah, while her husband, Decker, stood to the side of
them, smiling like a proud papa.
Alex
continued to take photos, ignoring the ache in his chest at the sight of all of
his family members finding their own paths and making families of their own.
He’d
fucked up the family he had, and knew he wouldn’t be getting a second chance.
His ex-wife was long gone, thankfully, and he wasn’t about to fall into that
trap again.
He
didn’t figure he was strong enough to do it a second time.
Once
again, he pushed those thoughts from his mind and kept taking photos. Griffin
and Autumn cuddling in the corner. Austin and Sierra wrangling heir brood in
the center of the room. His parents dancing to the delight of Tabitha, Storm,
and Wes. With each click of the shutter, he captured the memory for eternity
without actually living it himself.
It
was what he did, though, and he’d be damned if he failed at this one thing.
The
timer went off behind him, and he turned as his mother clapped her hands,
signaling the troops. “Okay, crew, find your seats. Storm and Alex? Come help
me put the food out on the table.”
When
his mother spoke, people listened, so he put away his camera and went to place
the plates of food on the table. Each sibling took their turn acting as sous
chef and waitstaff, so Alex took his role in stride. Thankfully, those talented
with building things with their own two hands in his family had built a large
banquet table to fit everyone at once. Though he figured with all the children
popping up everywhere, it would be a tight fit soon.
Eventually,
he found himself seated next to Jake on one side, and his nephew, Austin’s son,
Leif, on the other. Tabitha sat in front of him with Storm and Wes on either
side of her. While his mother hadn’t put out place cards, he had a feeling
she’d had a hand in that particular seating arrangement. His mom really wanted Tabitha as
part of the family.
Everyone
piled their plates high with food, though he was very careful to only take
small portions of each dish. Everything was so carb and fat rich, and he had to
be careful and not gorge himself. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to eat
everything, but now that he didn’t have drinking to binge on, and had never
turned to smoking, he was afraid he’d overindulge with food. Too many of those
in his program had done that, and he didn’t want to trade one vice for another.
His therapist was okay with the way he policed himself for now, but Alex knew
he would always be balancing on the line of obsession and a new addiction.
“Did
you get enough?” Leif asked from Alex’s side. The kid was almost a teenager
now, which scared the hell out of his dad, as well as Alex. “I can reach the
Alfredo if you want more.”
Alex
shook his head. “I’m good. I have enough on my plate. Thank you.”
Leif
shrugged. “You’re welcome.”
“You
sure you’re eating enough?” Storm asked, and Alex narrowed his eyes.
“Yep.
I promise.” His tone must not have been as smooth as he’d have liked because
the others went a bit quiet around him. “I’m eating plenty, I promise.” And he
was, though he’d eaten more in the past. But now that he was working out more,
he’d added additional protein to his diet and not carbs. He hated that he even
had to justify it, but he’d messed everything up before by becoming an
alcoholic so he figured his family might not trust him to take care of himself
anymore.
Not
that he blamed them.
He
didn’t entirely trust himself.
Everyone
continued to eat and talk, and Alex spoke quietly with Jake and some of the
others when they asked him questions. He still wasn’t completely comfortable so
it was easier to sit and observe rather than participate.
“Hey,
I might have a job for you if you’re interested,” Storm said, breaking Alex out
of his thoughts.
“Really?”
he asked. He needed the money, and if Storm could help him find a legitimate
job, then he’d take it. He didn’t want handouts, but he’d work for it.
“Yeah.
Actually, it was Wes and Tabby’s idea.”
Alex
turned to the others, his brows raised.
Tabby
blushed, but Wes was the one who answered. “We’re redoing the website, and we
want to have a couple of printed books to hand out and for the office.
Hardbound for the office, but I don’t know yet about the other printed
materials. We want to focus on what we’re good at and show off what we’ve done.
Storm and I could easily snap a few photos, but they wouldn’t be anywhere near
as good as what you do.”
“We’d
pay you your normal fee, too,” Storm added. “It’s not like we’d expect you to
just do it for us because you’re family.”
Alex
frowned. “But you should
expect
that.”
“Uh,
no,” Maya put in. “You all pay for your ink when you come into the shop.”
“And
I get paid for doing work with Montgomery Inc. even though I’m family,” Meghan
said softly. “We all work together because we’re
family, but we need to make a living, as well.”
Alex
swallowed hard, aware that everyone was looking at him. He felt exposed, raw,
but he ignored it. He’d felt even more exposed before when he’d tried to drink
himself to death, only this time, he didn’t have the booze to numb it all.
“I
think I can do that. Just tell me what you want.”
He
didn’t miss the way his mother reached for his father’s hand, and the two of
them looked at him as if he’d made a giant leap.
He
let out a breath and tried to ignore the stares. Finally, it was Tabitha who
made a noise, breaking the tension. She yelped as she reached out for her
water, spilling it on her lap and some of the table. “Oops! Sorry!”
She
winked at him, but he wasn’t sure anyone else had noticed. He stood up to help
her, but Storm and Wes were already on the case. He didn’t know why Tabitha had
done that and taken the heat off him, but he sure was grateful. Soon, the
others went back to what they were doing, and Tabitha came out with a new glass
and more napkins.
When
they were finished eating, everyone took their plates to the kitchen and picked
up more drinks if needed. Alex pulled out a soda. Though he didn’t need the
sugar, he wanted the caffeine and wasn’t in the mood for coffee.
Austin
and Wes pulled out beers for themselves while in the middle of a conversation
about Wes’s next tattoo. When Austin popped the top, the sound echoed at just
the right frequency within the kitchen so that everyone heard it. In fact, every
single person froze where they were and turned mortified looks toward Alex.
For
the first few dinners, everyone had stayed away from drinking around him, but
he’d hated that. None of his family members had ever abused alcohol and had
always been really careful about who was driving even after one drink. He’d
eventually convinced them to start drinking what they wanted, but it hadn’t
been easy. Alcohol wasn’t evil, but Alex didn’t know how to say no after one or
two drinks. It wasn’t within him to do so, and therefore, he had to stay away
from it entirely. But after a long day where his family worked until sweat
soaked through their shirts at their demanding jobs, if they wanted a simple
beer, then damn it, they deserved it.
And
he’d learned to live with it. One step at a time.
In
response to the stares, he deliberately opened his soda slowly, the pop of the
top echoing just as much as Austin’s beer had. The tension in the room popped
like a balloon, and he could practically see everyone take a deep breath as
one.
One
day, he figured he might be forgiven for how he’d betrayed his family, but it
wouldn’t be anytime soon. He’d broken their trust, and he’d broken himself in
the process.
His
gaze met Tabitha’s across the kitchen, and she swallowed hard, her eyes wide.
He deliberately turned away and headed into the living room where some of the
others were. He didn’t deserve to look at Tabitha that way. She was too sweet,
too innocent for a man like him.
She
deserved someone who hadn’t carved his path through the world with a broken
bottle. And he deserved...well, he wasn’t sure what he deserved, but it wasn’t
her.
It
would never be her.
About Carrie Ann Ryan
New York Times and USA Today Bestselling Author Carrie Ann Ryan never thought she’d be a writer. Not really. No, she loved math and science and even went on to graduate school in chemistry. Yes, she read as a kid and devoured teen fiction and Harry Potter, but it wasn’t until someone handed her a romance book in her late teens that she realized that there was something out there just for her. When another author suggested she use the voices in her head for good and not evil, The Redwood Pack and all her other stories were born. Carrie Ann is a bestselling author of over twenty novels and novellas and has so much more on her mind (and on her spreadsheets *grins*) that she isn’t planning on giving up her dream anytime soon.
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