He tugged on the jeans lying on the floor then quietly left the bedroom, going through the basement and upstairs to the kitchen. Then his bare feet carried him outside into the backyard. He paused long enough to fill his lungs with fresh air, driving out the scent of sex that clung to his damp skin before he walked forward until he came to the view that Lily often stared at.
The majestic mountains of Kentucky were one of three things he was going to miss about Treepoint. The club was another. His mind shied away from the third, however, not wanting to sully her image after his night of sexual gluttony.
Lucky raised his head, staring at the moon as it began to sink behind the mountains. He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. He was unable to bring himself to pray. He had gone against the very essence of everything he believed in, committing untold sins then repeatedly asking forgiveness. It was a vicious cycle that had held him prisoner until the only hope he had left was to cut the tie to Treepoint as he had the church. The door was now closed to that source of solace, and he was on the outside where he wanted to be.
That was what he had been telling himself over and over, trying to make himself believe he was ready to move on to a different way of life. He had to give himself time to adjust, and leaving would give him that, another lie he repeatedly told himself.
Sinking to his knees, he shivered, not from the chilly morning air, but from having his soul ripped apart.
He jerked when a hand gently touched his shoulder.
“Dean, are you okay?”
Lucky dropped his hands but he didn’t turn to face Rachel, unable to look at the woman who had sat in his church since high school.
“I’m fine.” Lucky cleared his throat. “What are you doing out here? It’s freezing.”
“I don’t know. I woke up, and something told me to come outside. Then I saw you…” Her voice trailed off into silence.
“Go back inside. I’m fine.” He didn’t want to talk to her. The one he wanted to talk to wasn’t listening to him anymore.
Her hand flattened against his shoulder and a warmth began to seep into his damp flesh from her touch, spreading down his arm and coursing through the rest of his body.
“I don’t think you’ve been fine for a while, Dean. For years, you’ve given everyone else your strength until you have nothing left for yourself when you need it the most.”
Lucky shook his head. “I turned my back on what gave me strength.”
“My gift left me for a while before it returned even stronger. He doesn’t leave us. My ancestors came across the Appalachian Mountains during the Trail of Tears. It would have been easy for them to give up, but they didn’t. Instead, their beliefs were handed down for generations. They weren’t given an easy path. My grandmother told me stories about how they would look for the moon to rise every night to rest and give thanks for surviving another day. Then they looked for the sun to rise so they could see their way.”
Rachel’s hand tightened on his shoulder as her voice dropped reverently. “Look, Dean, the sun is rising. You can find your way if you just open your eyes.”
Lucky raised his head, seeing the sun’s rays just beginning to break the dark sky. “I don’t deserve to be found.”
“Dean, I would quote several passages to you that show you how wrong you are, but I’m sure you know the passages better than me. God rejoices when His sheep return home. You were the one lost, not God. He’s been waiting for your return all along.”
The warmth from Rachel’s touch began to burn, as if his soul which had been ripped apart was being welded back together. The sun’s golden rays surrounded him in an abundance of colors.
Rachel gasped behind his back, dropping her hand, while Lucky shakily stood, his turmoil for now quieted.
She crossed her arms over her chest, shivering.
“Go inside. If you get sick, Cash will kick my ass.”
She nodded yet didn’t move. “Cash said you’re leaving for Ohio?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“I told Viper I would. Train doesn’t want to go.” Lucky reached out, cupping Rachel’s cheek. “Thank you, Rachel.”
“Goodbye, Dean.”
He shivered as a chill of foreboding swept through him.
They walked back together, each lost in their own silence as they neared the house until several lights in the windows came on.
“Everyone is getting up early for a Saturday,” Rachel remarked.
Lucky began to walk faster. The brothers were usually going to bed at this time, not getting up. Opening the back door, he ushered Rachel inside, finding the members gathered in the kitchen.
“What’s going on?” Lucky asked Rider who was sitting at the table, looking hungover as he put on his boots.
“Willa called Winter, asking for Viper’s help. Sissy ran away last night. She found her missing when she got home from the school festival.”
“Shit.”
“Willa’s been out all night, searching for her. She thought at first that she was with friends, but they all say they haven’t seen her.”
“Cal and Jace?”
“Drake says both boys are home and have been all night.”