THE HOPE BROTHERS: The Bad Boys of Sugar Hill Page 2

  “Thank you, Lora,” I said over her shoulder, waiting for her to release me from her grip.

  “Listen, I want to give you some advice now that you’re becoming a woman, honey,” she said, finally letting me go and sitting down at the kitchen table and motioning for me to do the same.

  “Really, Lora, do you have to do this now? She’s been a woman for a while now,” Mom asked. I watched as Mom filled a vase with sunflowers she had picked earlier from the garden outside. She was the opposite of Lora. She was tall, stick-thin, and her platinum dyed hair was never out of place.

  “Yes, Goldie, now. And you should come join us,” she said. My mother sighed, knowing the quickest way to get through this would be to do as she asked.

  “Okay, dear,” Lora continued, putting her hand over mine on the table. “Now that you’ve graduated and you’re so pretty and well filled out,” her eyes trailed over my body, and I shifted uncomfortably, “it’s time to start thinking about other things…”

  “What?!” my mother and I exclaimed simultaneously.

  “I’m talking about men,” Lora explained. I resisted rolling my eyes and pulling away, instead flashing her a patient smile.

  I didn’t have a whole lot of experience with men, but it didn’t mean I wasn’t interested. College had been a weird time for me. Guys didn’t seem to pay too much attention to me, so I hadn’t had too many opportunities. When you hung out with a girl like Ruby, you tended to fade into the background a little. Ruby seemed to have a different opportunity land in her lap every day. But I wasn’t like Ruby. Ruby was loud, extroverted, and sexy.

  I was just…George.

  “Men will look at you differently now,” she continued. “You’ll see. You’ll notice they’ll treat you differently, too. They’ll expect things, sure, but they’ll be trying to decide if you’re wife material.”

  “Oh, come on!” my mother interjected. “Enough with this outdated coming of age speech!”

  “It’s true, Goldie!”

  “Well, it may be, but George isn’t naive. And she ain’t gettin' married anytime soon! Besides, we’ve had plenty of talks about sex, and men, haven’t we, George?” she asked.

  “A few, I guess,” I replied, feeling totally weird and uncomfortable. I was used to my mom broaching this subject, but having Lora, who was a lot more conservative and prudish than my mother, sitting there trying to talk to me about sex just freaked me out.

  “More than a few,” Mom replied. “Tell her what I told you, George.”

  “What?” I asked.

  “You know. The part about self-respect.”

  “Oh, that. Yeah, you told me that it’s only natural to have sex, but that I should stop and ask myself with every decision I made, if I would respect myself the next day.”

  A proud smile spread across my mom’s face, causing her to look ten years younger. “That’s right,” she said, more to Lora than me.

  “Okay, okay,” Lora conceded. “I don’t have a daughter, I was just trying to be helpful. Looks like I’m way behind. Just remember, honey pie, nobody’s gonna pay for the cow if they can get the milk for free.”

  “Oh, hush, Lora! George has been a good girl, so far, right George?” she asked.

  A pink flush spread across my face.

  “Mom!” I said, my eyes widening with a silent plea for ending this conversation.

  “Okay, okay…go help your father. He probably needs these plates,” she said, as she stood up and retrieved a stack of plates that she proceeded to shove in my hands.

  Grateful for an escape, I kissed her on the cheek, and strolled out of the room, leaving behind my embarrassment.

  CHAPTER TWO

  GEORGIA

  Dad stood and clinked his glass with a spoon as soon as everyone had their dessert in front of them. The cabin was packed full of friends and family, the balloons only serving to make the room feel even more crowded.

  His tall, broad frame towered over us, his black hair had turned grey at his temples, and his dark grey eyes sparkled with intensity. My father had a deep appreciation for tradition, family, and doing the right things in life. He was strict, and demanded complete respect, but more than demanding it, he earned it.

  He treated my mother like a queen, and if one of my brothers ever even thought about raising a voice to her or any other woman, he would put them in their place before they knew what happened. I adored him. He was the most responsible person I knew, but also the most fair. Hayward Hope was the rock of our family.

  I watched him begin his speech with a lump in my throat, even if he insisted on making us laugh.

  “I’d like to say a few words,” he said, pushing the long string attached to the balloon over his head to the side, as the voices around the room fell quiet.

  “Thank you, thank you,” he began. “Thank you all for being here, for helping us celebrate George’s twenty-first birthday and her graduation. And thank you to George for being born this week, so we can combine these two celebrations and not have to pay for two parties!” I shook my head and everyone laughed.

  “George is special to us. She’s our last one, as you all know. Our little baby girl is all grown up, and we can’t believe it. Although, it’ll be nice for Goldie and I to have some time to ourselves!” He paused to wink at Mom and then looked at me again. “Georgie, you’ve surpassed our wildest dreams and we couldn’t be more proud of you, baby. You were our miracle girl, and it was a miracle we all survived!”

  I rolled my eyes, and shook my head again. My father loved giving speeches and I knew, from enduring countless others, that he was far from finished.

  “Seriously, babe. You’re amazing. You’re smart, talented, beautiful and not too much of a pain to be around. I mean, what more could we ask for really?” His eyes filled with tears as he grew serious. “I know you’ll be running off soon, George, and you’ll be faced with countless people who won’t understand just how spectacular you are. I can only hope we’ve instilled in you a strong enough sense of self and where you’ve come from, so that you may find the strength to share your light with the world with uninhibited abandon.”

  “Awwww,” a loud chorus of sarcastic moans rang out from my brothers. I reached over and hit Crit, since he was the only one within hittin’ distance.

  “Shut up!” I hissed, before turning back to my dad. “Thank you, Daddy.”

  “Thank you, baby, for not being another boy,” my father replied. The crowd laughed, and my mother stood up.

  “George, I just want to say thank you for being you, sweetheart. We love you so much and we’re so proud of you!” my mother said, her eyes shining with happiness. I smiled and everyone clapped as she sat back down.

  This was almost over, I told myself. I looked over at Ruby. She sat to my right, and she reached under the table and grabbed my hand and squeezed.

  “Your parents are so sweet,” she whispered.

  “Yeah, they are,” I replied. When I saw my brother, Seth, stand up, I groaned inwardly.

  “I have something to say,” he said, clinking his glass.

  “Oh, come on, Seth,” I mumbled.

  “What?” he replied, with mock indignation. “Can I not say a few words about my amazing sister?”

  “Hurry up,” I muttered, rolling my eyes.

  “Georgia Anne Hope, the youngest of the Hope clan has finally graduated college!” he bellowed. “This means she can move out and get a job! This means she can get married and have a bunch of kids! Maybe she’ll even grow up a little and finally cut off all of that stringy black hair of hers. And…well, not much else, I reckon.” Seth raised his glass and continued. “So, let’s toast my little sister, who not long ago was running around the farm naked and covered in horse poop! Have you all heard that story? When George was six, she fell off her horse —,”

  Nervous laughter filled the room and I reached past Crit and pulled Seth down in his chair.

  “— that’s enough! Hush!” I demanded, interrupting him. My bro
thers knew exactly what to say and do to irritate me. Bringing up the horse poop incident where I fell off my horse, landed in a pile of manure, tore off my poop covered clothes, and then fell smack dab in another pile, was their favorite story to use against me.

  “Thank you for coming everyone! Please - enjoy your dessert!” I said, hoping to deflect the attention off of me. It worked. After some brief clapping, everyone turned their attention back to their plates.

  “God, you guys sure know how to embarrass me,” I said, as Seth and I sat back down at the table. The big round table held my entire family, and Ruby. They all laughed, except Ruby, who looked at me sympathetically.

  “That’s what family is for!” my Dad replied. I groaned, and dug into my chocolate cake, my mind already racing to the night ahead.

  CHAPTER THREE

  GEORGIA

  “Mom, can you take these balloons back in the car? They’re impossible to walk through,” I said.

  “You could just pop them,” Crit said, sticking the tip of his pocket knife into one of them. The loud pop made us all jump.

  “No, thanks. Please, Mom, don’t make me put up with that all night? You can put them in my room when you get home,” I said.

  She was running around the kitchen, wrapping up leftovers and putting them in the fridge. Crit was standing around like a lump on a log stuffing his face full of cake.

  “Sure, honey. Are you sure y’all are going to be alright tonight?”

  “Yes, of course. We’ve spent how many nights here? It’ll be fine.”

  “Okay, honey,” she said, looking around the kitchen and biting her lip nervously. “I guess we’ll go now. The Haggards are already in their car waiting to follow us home.”

  I walked around the room, collecting the strings of the balloons and gathering them together.

  “I’ll walk you out,” I said. Crit stood up and followed us.

  We reached their car, and Dad was already behind the wheel. Seth and Jesse were standing at the side of the car, talking to him. Beau and Finn were at their parent’s car behind us. I opened the back door, shoved the balloons in, and closed the door before they could escape.

  I leaned into the front of the car as Mom loaded up the back. “Sorry, Dad, I just can’t handle Crit popping these things all night,” I said.

  “That’s okay, babe. Have a wonderful night, George,” he said, winking at me. His eyes crinkled, and smiled. “Stay out of trouble tonight!”

  “Of course, Daddy. See you tomorrow.” I stood up and kissed my Mom. “Bye, Mom. Thanks for everything today. Love you.”

  “I love you, too, honey. Bye, boys! Call us if you need us! Don’t burn the cabin down!” she warned, climbing in and closing the door. We stood back from the car and waved as they pulled away. The Haggard’s car followed behind, with Hank and Lora waving at us as they passed.

  Beau and Finn walked over and joined us, just as Ruby walked out of the front of the house.

  “Time to party!” she said, throwing her hands in the air over her head.

  “Hell, yeah!” I said.

  “Easy does it, George,” Crit threw a warning over his shoulder as he walked back into the house.

  The sound of tires crunching on the gravel road sounded behind us. Lee’s black Ford pick-up truck rambled up the driveway, taking the curve a little too fast as usual and kicking up dust along the way.

  “It’s about time,” Finn muttered under his breath.

  “Don’t start,” Beau replied. When the truck came to a stop, we were all waving our hands in front of us to clear the dust from the air.

  Right away, we knew Lee was drunk.

  “Well, look at you, Georgie!” Lee slurred as he slammed the door of the Ford. He walked over and grabbed my hands, spinning me around in front of him. “Twenty-one!”

  Lee Haggard was a disaster. A tall, ripped, rugged playboy of a disaster. He had probably slept with all of the single girls in the county, and half of the married ones too. He had a reputation for making a woman want to sleep with him again at the same time she was regretting doing it in the first place. I had heard all the stories. Hell, I had grown up around him. I saw how women treated him.

  He was the most handsome of all the Haggard boys, that was for sure. But in an obvious way, a way that no matter how much you tried not to, you still caught yourself staring at him. He was hypnotizing.

  It was too bad his outsides didn’t match his insides, though.

  As much as he was known as the sexiest man in town by all the women, he was also known as the biggest prick by all the men. Even the ones that didn’t have something to lose with the flash of one of Lee’s panty-dropping crooked grins towards their wife. He just did not get along with men at all.

  All I know is, if I was a man, I’d probably feel a whole lot less attractive with Lee in the room.

  He kept his hair long, the dark tendrils curling over the collar of the pearl-buttoned western shirts he always wore. His tight Wranglers only served to accentuate everything they were supposed to cover up - his muscular thighs, his round, tight ass, and the bulge that left nothing to the imagination, proudly on display through the tight stretch of denim, just in case anyone needed proof of the rumors being true.

  But like I said, whatever was going on inside Lee Haggard was not reflected on the outside. He was a hot mess. Always wasted, always in some sort of trouble with the law, too. Either he got in a fight at a bar over a woman, or got stopped while driving after a few too many beers and then didn’t show up for his court date, it seemed as if there was always something going on with him. So, I wasn’t surprised he was late for my party.

  I was surprised he showed up at all, actually.

  I pulled my hands away, dizzy from his attention, as well as the spinning.

  “Yeah, twenty-one,” I answered him. “Big deal.” I grabbed Ruby’s hand and we turned to go back inside.

  “Hey, it is a big deal!” he slurred to my back. “Happy Birthday!”

  “Yeah, thanks,” I said over my shoulder, as eager to get back to my friends as I was to get away from Lee’s intense gaze.

  CHAPTER FOUR

  GEORGIA

  “It’s as big as a house!” Ruby said, standing in front of the bonfire the boys had built. They threw another pallet of wood on the pile, and I stared up at the sputtering orange flames that stretched up to the sky.

  I poured the last of the beer from my bottle into my mouth, and then tugged on Ruby’s shirt. She ignored me, her eyes glued to Crit, as usual.

  “Gotta pee,” I said to her, before stumbling away from the lake towards the lights of the cabin.

  The cabin was situated on the edge of the lake, separated from the shore by a line of tall pine trees. Hiking up the well-worn trail, the memories of summers and vacations spent here flooded my mind. Being here had a way of settling me. No matter what was going on in my life, every time I arrived here, a sense of peace fell over me like a warm blanket. My brothers annoyed me less, my parents felt less controlling, and all the little things that seemed to be so important when I was back at home or at school, just melted away into blissful oblivion. Here, I could just be myself. It didn’t matter if I washed my hair, or if I laid in the hammock all day reading a book.

  Thousands of stars shimmered overhead, the moon hung full and bright in the black sky. The sounds of the party faded with each step, and the lush fullness of the trees surrounded me on all sides. I inhaled deeply, thinking that I would drink in the sweet pine scent if I could. There was nothing in the world like it.

  Blissfully, I made my way into the cabin and headed straight for the bathroom. The two beers I had consumed had gone straight through me, just like they always did. Every time I drank, I seemed to spend more time in the bathroom peeing than I did drinking with my friends. After four years of college, I was still trying to figure out what the fun of it all was.

  The cabin was quiet, since everyone was out at the bonfire. I could hear the faint sounds of one of my brothe
rs, or, most likely all of them, howling into the sky. It was a good thing they had each other, because not many people could put up with them. They were kind and loving, sure, but they could be protective assholes a lot of the time, as well.

  Jesse was the only one I didn’t really have any issues with. He was the youngest of the three, and even though he had just turned twenty-three, he was still keeping to himself in his room most of the time. He was the quiet one of all four of us, and the easiest to take, because he wasn’t always on my ass about who I was dating or where I was going.

  Why Crit and Seth had decided it was their job to watch over me, I had no idea. But Mom and Dad had seemed to sign off on it, and I had learned to accept it. I didn’t like it, but I accepted it.

  But, still, like I said, this cabin had a way of making everything tolerable. Even my crazy, protective, howling brothers.

  I peed with a smile on my face, thankful for my big family. I knew other people who weren’t so lucky. I washed my hands, looked in the mirror, and took a mental picture of myself. Twenty-one. I still looked sixteen. Great. Only now, it was really time to grow up.

  I was ready for it, though. And I had a wonderful family to support me as I did.

  I stepped out of the bathroom and ran smack dab into Lee Haggard - a very handsome, yet very drunk, Lee.

  “Heyyyyy,” he slurred, towering over me.

  “Hey, Lee,” I replied warily, as I stepped to the side to move past him. He blocked my way and smiled.

  “So,” he said, “how does it feel?”

  “How does what feel?” I asked. He was standing so close to me, I could see the vein in his neck throbbing with his heartbeat. His brown eyes peered down at me, his gaze a little sleepy, and the faint scents of beer and marijuana wafted off of him.

  His eyes were hazy, but they were still smolderingly sexy. You’d have to be dead not to be affected by the way Lee looked at you. His lashes were thick and long enough to make any woman feel a twinge of envy.