“And risk you getting shot?” Iris shook her head.
“Give it to me, Iris,” Brooks said.
I looked over my shoulder in disbelief. After everything, he was still going to help my father.
“Listen to Brooks, Iris,” my father said.
I clenched my jaw in anger, willing to get shot to make sure the deed wouldn’t get into his hands, but Iris was too close.
“I can’t believe you would help him when he just told you what kind of man he is,” Iris said, handing over the deed to Brooks. “I really thought you were a better man but one day karma will catch up to you, I hope we get to see it.”
Iris grabbed my hand, pulling me away.
“Nash, you will stay here,” my father commanded.
“No, he is coming home with me, Asshole,” Iris stated, with no room for argument.
“I think you forgot?—”
“Oh, I didn’t. My husband is coming home with me, where he belongs,” she said.
“Oh, now he is your husband” my father laughed. “We will have papers drawn?—”
The sound of paper ripping shut my father up.
“Iris, please forward me your realtor’s information,” Brooks said, ripping the deed up even more. “I’d like to purchase the piece of land if you’re willing to sell it and keep the farm.”
“Excuse me?!” My father yelled. “The farm is ours!”
Brooks scoffed. “No, the farm is mine and if I remember correctly, we did it that way so the IRS couldn’t touch it. You were going to use this money to get you out of debt and you know what, I’m so fucking sick of this bullshit with you. Every fucking day, I have to see you make more and more idiotic choices. I’m done. You dig yourself out of this whole mess but leave your sons out of this shady business you’ve got going.”
Iris and I stood still, in shock. The gun was still in my father’s hand, not pointed at anyone, but that could change.
“Nash, would you give me a lift into town? My car is at the hotel,” Brooks asked, like he didn’t have a care in the world.
“Uh, yeah,” I said, eyeing my father warily who was focused on the deed that was torn up on the floor.
“I think it’s too late to drive back home,” Iris said. “Beau, are you up for driving home?”
“Whatever you guys want,” he said, taking his phone out of his pocket, scowling.
“We could make it to Amarillo,” I suggested.
“Ok, that’s fine, I'll text you where we end up at,” she said, getting into the truck as Beau walked around getting in too. “Go on, get in your truck.”
I chuckled, shaking my head. “Ok, Petal.” I opened the door, grabbing her by the neck and kissing the hell out of her.
It was a gamble that she might not want to, but I needed it. I was almost sure that my father wouldn’t have shot me, but I don’t think my body had gotten over the adrenaline rush. Our tongues brushed together, a dance we had done a hundred times, and now never seemed enough.
“I’ll see you guys soon,” I said against her lips.
“Ok,” she said breathlessly.
I glanced over her shoulder to see Beau still distracted by his phone. Things had been so crazy I hadn’t had time to say much to him. I closed Iris’s door, walking around to Beau’s side, opening his door; he startled, his green eyes going wide before they settled on me.
“Hey,” I said, stepping up on the running board.
“Hey, you ok?” he asked, looking confused.
