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at her dad for sending her away that she cut all ties with him.  Lon hadn’t seen or heard from her in years, from what I understood. 
    “Yeah, sure.  What about her?” I couldn’t imagine why Randi was bringing her up now.
    “Well,” Randi sighed, “apparently, she’s coming for a visit.  Lon didn’t even know about it until a couple of days ago.  He just told me about it this morning.”
    “Huh,” I grunted, taking a swig of my beer. “How long’s she gonna stay?”
    “I don’t know, baby.  A while, I imagine.”
    “How’s Lon feel about it?” I asked.
    Randi scoffed.  “You know Lon.  He doesn’t do ‘feelings’.  But I know he’s a little worried about her.  She was supposed to show up yesterday, but she called and left a message on his phone that she had been having some car trouble. She said she was getting close, though. Probably be here sometime this afternoon.”
    Something clicked in my slow lizard brain then – like two and two locking into place to make four. I opened my mouth in a daze and murmured, “Car trouble...?”
    “Yeah,” Randi replied absently, her gaze flicking up to the TV where two guys were doing their best to knock each other senseless.  “Burning oil, or something.”
    Just then, the door to the clubhouse opened, and in walked a fiery brunette in a pair of daisy dukes, with legs that wouldn’t quit.  Hadley Cooper.  Apparently, my stepsister.
    Jesus fuck.  This was going to get complicated.      
     
     

 
 
 

Chapter Five
Hadley
     
    I knew he was gonna be there, of course.  I just didn’t know his would be the first damn face I saw.
    I pushed the door to the clubhouse open and walked in, trying to push down my jangling nerves.  I had sat in the parking lot taking deep breaths for the last five minutes, steeling myself for this moment.  I wasn’t sure what made me more nervous: seeing my father again for the first time in seven years, or seeing the man who had kissed me like the world was ending and then just left me there hanging, with nothing but the memory of his heat pressed up against me. 
    There he was.  Sitting at the bar, looking at me with a mask of indifference that covered something else I couldn’t quite read.  He sure as hell didn’t seem surprised to see me, which was awfully strange.  I did my best to show no sign that I recognized the man who had helped me top off my oil and had almost lit my underwear on fire just a couple of hours earlier.
    A woman in her forties sat on the stool next to him.  She was dressed in a tight black tank, her dyed blond hair pulled back in a loose pony.  At the sight of me she stood up quickly and moved toward the rear hallway.  Her eyes never left my face.  “Lon!” she called down the corridor, her voice trembling a bit.  “She’s here.”
    I expected my stranger to say something – to make some wisecrack about the coincidence of seeing me here, maybe – but no dice.  Total stone face.  Nervously, I opened my mouth to say something – anything -- but just then the cadence of my father’s loud, unmistakable steps echoed down the hallway toward me. 
    “Hadley?” he called as he entered the bar. When his eyes locked on me, a wide, open grin spread over his face. In three strides he reached me, and my father enveloped me in a warm, powerful hug, so tight I wondered if he was trying to go back in time to prevent me from leaving in the first place.  I inhaled the scent of leather and smoke that was always the smell of my dad.  I had almost forgotten it, but memories came flooding back as I breathed it in.
     “Hi, Daddy,” I managed to wheeze out as I struggled for breath in his grip.
    If Lon was angry at me for all the years of radio silence, he didn’t say anything about it.  And if I was angry with him for sending me away, well... somehow, right now with him hugging me so hard I was a little afraid he’d squeeze the life out of me, it didn’t matter quite so