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showed us to a booth and didn’t flinch a bit when Nixon ordered three sweet teas.  We both got gumbo and bananas foster cheesecake for dessert.  Nixon sat back, fat and happy, rubbing his belly like an old man.
                  “You’re no fun anymore.” He said as he paid the ticket.
                  “What? I’m fun.”
                  “No, you’re not.  Can’t we just enjoy the road trip and in between the Daddy stops?”
                  “Ok, ok, Mad the clown, reporting for duty.”  I made my point by blowing a straw paper in his face.
                  He stood in the booth and proclaimed, “He’s back ladies and gentleman, finally he’s back!”
                  “Shut up and sit down you moron.” I laughed at him while the whole restaurant clapped at the anonymous news.
                  “Now,” he pointed at me, pleased with himself, “Now we can have a road trip.”

Chapter 9
    Reed
    I put my wedding dress on sometimes when I knew Falcon wouldn’t come home for a while.
     
                  I laid in bed during the early hours of the morning, reading Pride and Prejudice—again.  I hadn’t heard from Mad or Nixon in three days.  It worried me.  They never called to tell me how the Omaha search panned out.  I wanted to text Nixon but was afraid it would tip off Maddox. 
                  And this waiting until marriage thing was starting to suck—hard.
                  Every day now, not only did I have to control myself but I now had to stop Falcon from seeing the tattoo on my rib cage which meant restricted hand roaming.  He didn’t say anything about it and never would but I could tell he was as irked as I was.  Last night he stayed at his apartment which was the first time in months.  I tried not to take it personally.  Everyone needs their space sometimes.  But I knew it was more than that.  I had been distant lately, constant worry reeling through my head and he knew it.  There was an invisible but very real wall between us but I needed to stay here on my side of the wall until I found out where Mad’s father was.  And that was the plan on my part.  As soon as Nixon let me know Mad had for sure found his father, I would let Falcon and Owen know where he was.  Because once he found him, he would need Falcon’s head and maybe Owen’s brawn to get him through it in one piece, whether he admitted it or not. 
                  My phone vibrated, alerting me to a text message.
                  Falcon: Don’t know what’s going on.
                  Reed: I’ve got some things on the brain.  Not ready to talk yet.
                  Falcon:  Let me know the minute you’re ready?
                  Reed: Of course.
                  Falcon: I got you and Nellie a present.
                  Reed: What is it?
                  Falcon: Bringing them over now.
                  Reed: Them?
                  Falcon: Yes.
     
                  I got up and got dressed. I wracked my brain for what he could purchase that he would also refer to as them while I waited.  Nellie got to the house first and just belted through the front door.
                  “I’m glad I’m not naked Nellie, jeez.”
                  “I am not tryin’ to look at your booty Reed.  Anyway, after y’all are married I’ll stop barging in—maybe.”
                  “Thanks for that,” I said and got her hot pink zebra print coffee cup down from the cabinet.  She took it and filled her cup and added enough sugar and cream for a village.
                  “Did he tell you what he bought,” I asked her.
                  She looked at me like I was a rotten egg, “Who?”
                  “Didn’t