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pulled back, his suntanned face drawn tight, his nostrils
flaring, his light blue eyes were hooded as he stared down at the
photographer with…
    Lust.
    Adoration.
    Maybe even some disbelief.
    And even though Cage couldn’t see
anything past his father’s tattooed chest, it was obvious what was
happening. Eva had snapped a picture of his old man while he’d been
in the middle of fucking her. No, not just fucking. That sorry old
bastard had been in love.
    Even way back then.
    Jealousy swamped him. Not jealousy over
Eva, even though she was one fine-ass female, but jealousy of his
own father.
    How many times had that asshole fucked
up? How many people had he hurt along the way? And as punishment,
God goes and gives him one of the most perfect women Cage had ever
known? Beautiful, eighteen motherfucking years younger than him,
with a heart so big, everyone around her could feel that love just
pouring out.
    Fair. Real fucking fair.
    His asshole of a father had everything,
and he had…
    A whole lot of nothing.
    Cursing, he jammed the photos back into
the envelope, then inside his cut. After setting the photo back to
rights on its place on the wall, and giving Frankie one last long
look, he headed for the bathroom, suddenly acutely aware that
Frankie had once walked these very same steps, had headed for the
very same bathroom, pissed in this very same toilet, showered in
the very shower behind him, slept in that bed…beside Eva…with
Eva.
    Fucker had been damned obsessed with
her. Worse, even. He’d raped his own wife, forcing Eva to kill him,
her own husband.
    Flushing, Cage headed back into the
bedroom and went straight for the door. No way was he sleeping in a
room full of creepy memories and a ghost who may or may not have
haunting capabilities, which may or may not include gouging eyes
out and slashing skin and making dudes eat their own
dick.
    Yeah, he liked his intestines exactly
where they were, thank you very much.
    He’d sleep beside Tiny. Hell, he’d
sleep on top of Tiny before he slept in here.
    “ You didn’t deserve her
either, Frankie,” he muttered, closing the door, gladly leaving
behind him his stepmother’s painful past and all the garbage that
had followed in its wake, locked up tight inside that shrine
Preacher was passing off as a room.
    “ And now you can rot in
motherfuckin’ hell. All alone.”

CHAPTER TWO
    Eleanor “Ellie” Tate was SO over the
entire world. Over it. Done. Finished.
    With her purse clutched tightly to her
stomach, she marched down the steps of the very same high school
she’d graduated from with honors, feeling utterly
rejected.
    So much for
racism
not being as obvious or prevalent in
modern day society. How could she have never noticed it until now?
She’d been born and raised in Miles City, population nonexistent, a
predominately white community with the exception of the surrounding
Native American reservations. The whites had stuck together, the
Native Americans kept to themselves, and then there was her family.
Her mother was white, her father was black, and she was a
mutt.
    Something she’d never thought twice
about until right now. Until she’d left Miles City college bound,
spent four years at MSU, another two interning while she worked on
her master’s degree, only to return home hoping for a teaching job
and getting shut out.
    By her own principal, Mrs. Adele
Lancaster.
    She’d known for a fact there had been
several positions open. It was the reason she’d come home. Her mom
was sick, stage four breast cancer, and her dad was a wreck. She’d
wanted to help out where she could and at the same time get a jump
start on her career. Not wanting to waste time getting a connecting
flight to Miles City, she’d gotten off the plane in Billings,
rented a car, and drove straight to her job interview. She’d
planned on surprising her parents, directly afterward, with good
news.
    So much for that.
    I’m very sorry, Ms. Tate,
but you’re just not what we have in