Fallen Crest Home (Fallen Crest High #6)

James didn’t move to slap his hand, and Logan looked at it. “You’re leaving me hanging? I kept it nice about Analise.”


One of the ushers took that opportunity to get the mic from Logan. “Okay. Thank you…both.” His Adam’s apple bobbed up and down, and he glanced over to a stage where the deejay was setting up. “I believe we’re ready for our slideshow, and then the dancing will be starting soon. Drinks are on the house, so everyone drink up!” He turned around, but Mason and Logan were still standing there. The mic was down by his side, but it still caught him saying, “Get off the platform. You two are horrible sons.”

Logan didn’t move, so Mason began to move him to the edge. Logan twisted back around. “Dad, you did ask us to do speeches. What were you thinking?”

“I thought you’d have the decency to be polite.”

“Logan, come on.” Mason kept moving.

Logan stepped back, and as Mason hopped down and moved my way, Logan spoke again. “Hey. At least I’m calling you Dad again. Mase, too. That’s a big step for us.”

Mason was almost to me, but more movement on the platform caught my eye.

Analise had stood, and she moved in front of Logan, folding her arms over her chest. Everyone quieted, and I heard her say, “You protect Samantha from me. This is my turn to protect my husband from you. Please leave, Logan.” She glanced to me. “All of you.”

I felt nothing. The Sam I used to be would’ve felt stabbed, taking those words as a personal blow, but the Analise before would’ve delivered them with that intent. They weren’t this time. They really were just words from a wife who loved her husband and was protecting him.

Mason pulled me with him as he headed to the parking lot. Logan jumped down to follow. I knew Heather and Channing were coming as well, and for the first time ever, I felt like we’d overstepped.

Once we got outside, Channing clapped his hands together. “Remind me not to get on your bad sides and then ask you to do a speech at my wedding.” He nudged Heather with his elbow. “Whenever that’s going to be.”

I sensed a storm inside of Mason, but I knew he wouldn’t say anything until we were alone.

“James shouldn’t have asked, and he knows it,” I told them.

Mason’s hand tightened on mine. He glanced down, like he could tell I wasn’t sure about my own words.

“Yo.” Mark was jogging to catch up. Cass was with him, and behind them Logan was holding hands with Taylor. Mark held up his phone. “I got the whole thing on vide—”

Mason rotated around, grabbed his phone, and smashed it on the cement.

“Dude!”

He brought his foot down, then glared. “You think I wanted to hurt my dad?”

Mark’s eyes rounded. “I…well, yeah. That’s exactly what you did.”

“But I didn’t want to. That’s the difference. He put me in that position. He made us agree to be his groomsmen, and then he followed through to the last detail. A fucking speech by his adoring sons—that’s what he wanted. He backed us into a corner because he thought we’d play nice. I didn’t want to do any of that, but I’m not going to be fake. I’m not going to lie and put on a charade that he’ll be able to play over and over again and to delude himself. ‘I had two doting sons once. I wonder what happened to them?’” Mason shook his head. “He can’t rewrite history, and he can’t force a new future. That shit I said up there, that was me being kind. Trust me. I have a lot more I’d like to say, but I kept it in.”

“My phone, man.”

Mason kicked Mark’s phone to Logan’s foot. He bent and pocketed it.

“Sorry, man,” Logan said. “There may be other videos of it, but it’s not something we want to be a part of spreading.” He moved forward, still holding Taylor’s hand. “We might not like James, but he’s still our dad.”

The rest of us began moving, hand in hand. Mark and Cass held back a step, and then with a sigh, Mark took her hand, too. They began following us.

We had one last parking lane to cross before we got to Mason’s Escalade when a squad car stopped in front of us.

Mason pointed to his vehicle. “We were just leaving.”

Two officers got out and the one closest to us asked, “Mason Kade?”

“Yeah?”

He pulled out a pair of handcuffs and gestured for Mason to turn around. “You’re under arrest for the assault of Jared Caldron.”

“What?!” Logan lunged forward, like he wanted to rip the cuffs off of Mason. “That was self-defense.”

The officer opened the back door, reciting the Miranda rights as he guided Mason into the backseat, covering his head with his hand. He stopped once to ask if Mason understood the rights as he’d stated them, and Mason nodded.

He turned back around to us. “Not for the incident that happened a week ago. For the incident that happened a month ago.” His cold eyes landed on me. “You were there. Maybe you could fill him in? I believe it happened at your place of employment.”

I narrowed my eyes. What did he mean…then I knew. When Caldron had been about to hit me at the carnival. “Mason was defending me.” I looked at Mark. “Tell him.”

Mark lifted his hands in a helpless manner. “I didn’t see it. I wasn’t there, remember? I came after it was done.”

The cop shrugged, sounding tired, “Bring your argument down to the station.”

The car left, and Logan kicked savagely at a rock on the ground. “Fuck! Fuck!” He rounded on Mark. “You couldn’t speak up? You couldn’t say you were there?” He lifted his hands like he was going to shove Mark.

Mark’s nostrils flared. “Back off of me. I can’t lie, Logan. You want me to lie?”

“It wouldn’t have mattered anyway.” Channing stepped forward, getting between the two of them, his hands out. “They came to arrest Mason. They would’ve arrested him no matter what Mark said. It’s with the courts now.”

Logan was still glaring at Mark. “You have experience with that, Monroe?” His voice had an edge to it.

“Yeah.” Channing lowered his hands. “You think you’re the only guys to get arrested around here?” He seemed to force a lighter tone. “Come on, know of any good lawyers we can call?”

Logan cursed. “Yeah, my dad’s.”

The dad he and Mason had just royally pissed off.

Logan looked at me. “I know of one other lawyer in the family.”

I sighed, wanting to curse, too. “He’s not this kind of lawyer.”

“Don’t matter. He’s still a lawyer.”

“Fucking hell,” I muttered, but he was right. I didn’t have my phone or purse with me, so Logan handed me his.

A second later, it was ringing, and my biological father answered.

“This is Garrett.”

“Dad?” I felt like a little girl in that moment, but I didn’t know why. “I need your help.”





It took a few hours for my dad to drive from Cain, where he and his wife had been vacationing for the last month before heading back to Boston. When he arrived, he seemed frazzled, and after we told him everything, he seemed even more frazzled.