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  Defending Hayden is a work of fiction. Names, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Copyright © 2016 by L. P. Dover

  Excerpt from Intended for Bristol by L. P. Dover copyright © 2016 by L. P. Dover

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  Contents

  Cover

  Title Page

  Copyright

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Chapter 34

  Epilogue

  Dedication

  Acknowledgments

  By L. P. Dover

  About the Author

  The Editor’s Corner

  Excerpt from Intended for Bristol

  Prologue

  Derek

  The night air was cool, the wind whipping by us as we rode in Brianna’s convertible. The top was down, and we’d just left a party at the Second Street Bar downtown. Evan was in the backseat, laughing and talking to Bri, while I watched in amusement. She always drove so I could have a good time with the guys. How could I have gotten so lucky?

  “What did you tell Luke?” Evan asked her.

  She shook her head. “Can’t tell. It’s Luke’s and my secret. But I did say what I would want if I were in Lara’s place. I just made him promise that whatever happens, he wouldn’t tell her it was my idea.”

  Evan bellowed out a laugh. “Oh, hell.”

  “Exactly.” Brianna laughed, too.

  Lara wasn’t going to take that jackass back. Even I wasn’t stupid enough to sleep with a girl and dismiss her for three months, expecting her to stick around. Luke might as well get the fuck over it and move on. Brianna placed her hand over mine and smiled. I had no idea how she could put up with my smart ass, but I was lucky she did.

  For the longest time, we were alone on the dark country road, but then a set of lights caught up to us from behind. Brianna tilted her mirror to get the lights out of her face. “That’s annoying.”

  I glanced over my shoulder at the black Dodge Ram lifted truck behind us. “What the hell is this guy doing?” The truck sped up, going way too fast, getting closer by the second.

  “Brianna, speed up,” Evan yelled. She slammed on the gas, but the person behind us kept pursuing, the front of the truck inches away from us.

  “What the fuck?” I hissed, flipping the person off.

  Brianna grabbed my hand and yanked it down. “Derek, stop! It’ll just piss them off more.”

  “I don’t give a shit. They’re riding our ass.” If the guy didn’t stop, I was going to get out and kick his ass at the next red light.

  Brianna’s car was no match for the truck, which could easily run us right over. The idiot was probably drunk. “When we get up close to the high school, pull over and let the fucker by,” Evan suggested. Then, out of nowhere, the truck slammed into us from behind and we jarred forward.

  “Goddammit!” I growled. Brianna screamed, and tears streamed down her cheeks. I grabbed her thigh and squeezed. “Keep driving, baby.”

  Drenched in sweat, I swung my legs over the side of the bed. The memories of that night six months ago still plagued my mind. Whether I was asleep or awake, Brianna’s screams always echoed in my ears. Every time I heard them, they shot like a knife through my heart. It didn’t matter where I was or what I was doing, her cries always came back to haunt me. I could be wasted with a bottle of rum in my hands, doped up on pain meds, or even fucking another female. Nothing helped. Even my request to be traded from the Carolina Cougars to another team was denied. Couldn’t they see I needed to get the fuck away? I’d endured six months of hell, and it hadn’t gotten any easier. Football was all I had, but I couldn’t bear to be in the same goddamn city where Brianna was taken away from me. Not to mention she was pregnant when she died. I didn’t just lose her—I lost my child as well. I couldn’t do it any longer.

  A set of headlights shone through the bedroom window and a horn blew down the street. The sound sucked me back into my nightmare.

  Brianna’s cries were all I could hear as everything moved in slow motion. I cursed at the guy in the truck, especially when he pulled up beside us. It was dark and I couldn’t see his face, but when I tried to get a better look, he slammed into the side of Bri’s car, jarring me to the left. Evan flew out of the car before we flipped over, and though I tried to grab Brianna’s hand, I was ripped away from her. Darkness overtook me and the pain went away. I was at peace…until I was brought back to hell.

  Sucking in a breath, I ran my hands through my damp hair. I wasn’t big into the church scene, but I had my faith. That night I swore I saw the light drawing me closer. Maybe Brianna was there, holding my hand as we moved toward it. It had been ripped away from me in a flash when I’d heard Evan screaming my name and felt his fists pounding on my chest.

  I rubbed a hand over my heart, the pain so excruciating I could barely breathe. What the fuck was I going to do? Getting out of bed, I found my jeans on the floor and slipped them on. I didn’t want to look at the bed, knowing very well there was a mistake lying in it. I didn’t even know her name; I didn’t care. All I wanted was an escape from the pain. Disgusted with myself, I put on my shirt and grabbed my keys and phone off the dresser. I had to get the fuck out of there.

  As soon as I got in my car, I sped out of the driveway and dialed Evan’s number. “Derek, what’s up?” he answered. It was two in the morning, but he knew my routine. Every time I fucked up, I called him.

  “I can’t do it anymore,” I told him. “I’m done. I don’t want to be a part of the team, and I don’t want to be in this fucking city. I’m leaving.”

  He sighed. “Where are you gonna go? Your family’s here. Why won’t you let me help you?”

  I squeezed the steering wheel hard with my free hand, my eyes burning. Everything inside me felt like it was going to explode. If I gave in to that, no one around me would be safe. The only solution was to leave. I didn’t want to drag anyone else down with me, especially Evan. He was the one who’d saved me, who’d brought me back to life
. But he was also the one who’d brought me back to hell.

  “Derek, you there? Talk to me, brother.”

  “I’m sorry, Townsend, but there’s nothing you can do.” I tossed the phone out the window and heard it shatter on the road as I sped past. There was nothing anyone could do.

  Chapter 1

  Derek

  TWO MONTHS LATER

  Time heals all wounds. Whoever made up that quote was a fucking idiot. I couldn’t begin to count how many times I’d heard the same bullshit, just said in different ways. The pain will hurt less over time, or It’s time for you to move on. Time didn’t heal all wounds. The pain was still there, simmering under the surface. That was why I had to get away. Escaping to the other side of the country was my only choice.

  “You okay, D?” Blake asked.

  He clapped me on the shoulder and leaned over the fence, mirroring my stance. Blake Evans, one of my friends from back home in North Carolina, had opened his Wyoming ranch up to me a couple of months ago. If not for him, I’d be on my way to rehab. I hadn’t popped a single pill or drunk a drop of alcohol in a whole month. The tabloids had a field day with my distress, claiming that I’d hit rock bottom and there was no returning. For the longest time, I didn’t think I could come back from it, but I did. I still had the urge to binge, but it wasn’t as bad.

  I averted my gaze from the snowcapped mountains and faced him. “I’ll be fine. The thought of driving back home tomorrow scares the fuck out of me, though.” I sighed. “At least it’ll take me a couple of days to get there.”

  He nodded. “I know, but it’s something you have to do. Sooner or later you have to face the fact that things have changed. As much as I’ve enjoyed having you here, you can’t stay forever. Besides,” he said, glancing down at my phone, “everyone back home knows where you are now.”

  The only people I had talked to in the past two months were my parents and my agent, Brent Baker. Brent had been optimistic that I’d find my way back, so he’d been keeping in touch with my coach and the management of the Carolina Cougars in hopes that I’d return.

  Neither he nor my parents knew where I was, exactly, but my parents didn’t deserve the silent treatment, not when they wanted to help. Only there wasn’t anything they could do. If Brianna were still alive, she’d have had our baby by now. That was the one thought that ripped me to pieces. The fucker who had run us off the road better be glad he’s dead or I would’ve killed him. What was so messed up about the situation was that she wasn’t even the target—Evan was. She was just collateral damage in a scheme put together by Summer’s doctor, Philip Parker, to get Evan out of the way. He’d hired someone to run us off the road so he could have Summer all to himself. I wanted revenge for Brianna’s death, but I’d never gotten it; Philip was dead, a victim of his own wrongdoing.

  I looked down at the fifteen unopened text messages on my phone and groaned. “Tell me about it. If not for Avery, I’d still be MIA.”

  “Hey, you can’t blame all of that on him. You knew you couldn’t stay gone forever. Are you going to tell anyone you’re headed home?”

  I shrugged. “I don’t know. I’m going to wait and see how I feel when the time comes. I want to see the guys, but I don’t want their pity.”

  After throwing my phone out the window of the car two months ago, I’d headed west without a single change of clothes. I’d kept driving until I’d ended up on Blake’s doorstep and asked him for help. I didn’t want to go back to my empty house, where my thoughts constantly strayed to Brianna. I should’ve known Evan and the guys would get Jason Avery to track me down. Jason was one of the best undercover agents in the country, as good as Blake, but Jason was the one who’d tracked down the guy responsible for Brianna’s death.

  Blake slapped me on the back. “They’re just worried about you. Now, why don’t I fire up the grill and cook us some steaks? It’ll be the last good meal you have for a while.”

  “Ain’t that the truth. At least I have the Carolina Tavern back home.” I had a strange feeling I’d be eating there a lot.

  —

  The drive back home took two full days. I stopped in Kansas City for a night and then surprised my parents in Oneida, Tennessee. They were happy to see me, and it actually felt good to be around them again. My mother made all of my favorite dishes and packed them in a cooler for my ride home. I wasn’t going to complain. I didn’t see them as much now that I was five hours away and traveling a lot with the team.

  It wasn’t long before I arrived in Belmont, North Carolina, where I’d lived ever since I joined the Carolina Cougars. Most of the other guys lived in Charlotte except my closest friends and teammates, Evan Townsend and Cooper Davis. I preferred a smaller scene, especially since I was a country boy. When I pulled into my driveway, I expected to see mile-high grass and my mailbox overflowing with mail; however, my grass was cut, and nothing looked like I’d abandoned it for two months.

  I didn’t have any close neighbors I could ask, but I had a feeling who was responsible. Inside, the house smelled like Pine-Sol. The floors were clean, and there wasn’t a speck of dust anywhere. It wasn’t the way I’d left it, that was for damn sure. The mail was piled high on my kitchen table, including a box wrapped in blue and black paper: the colors of the Carolina Cougars. There wasn’t a note saying who it was from, but it didn’t take a genius to figure it out.

  Inside was a football with a sticky note: Welcome back. I picked it up and held it in my hands, loving the way it felt in my grasp. Football was my life, and I’d missed it more than anything. Ever since I could walk, my father had primed me to be the best player I could be; it was in my blood.

  Taking a deep breath, I sat down at the table and stared at the ball. I can do this. I’d spent months feeling sorry for myself and running away. I couldn’t do that anymore. My team needed me…and I knew I needed them. Pulling out my phone, I scrolled through my contacts until I found the one person who never gave up on me. He picked up on the first ring. “Holy shit, is it really you?” he said.

  “It is,” I replied. “I wanted to let you know I’m back.” He asked me about the night I’d left, and I told him. I wasn’t surprised when I heard a car pull into my driveway ten minutes later. “Is that you in my driveway?” I said with a chuckle.

  “You’re damn right. At least this time I can stop you from running away.” I heard his footsteps just outside the door.

  “Good luck with that, Townsend. I’m a lot bigger than you.” The door slammed open and I turned to face him.

  Smiling wide, he slid the phone into his back pocket and waved a hand at my body. “I beg to differ. You’ve lost a little bit of weight, brother. You need to bulk back up.”

  He was right, I had lost weight. I’d tried building myself back up when I was in Wyoming, but I hadn’t felt the motivation the guys always gave me. “I’ll work on it,” I promised.

  Stretching his arms wide, he wrapped them around me and slapped my back. “That you will. It’s good to have you back. We’ve all missed you.”

  I hugged him in return. “Thanks. I appreciate you taking care of my place while I was gone.”

  Evan let me go and stepped back. “You’re welcome. The others helped as well. We were really worried about you.”

  I snorted. “I know. Imagine my surprise when I start getting phone calls from everyone on my new unlisted phone number.”

  He shrugged. “I didn’t know what else to do. Your parents said you were okay, but I had to find out for myself. It’s not like it mattered, since you never returned my calls.”

  Sighing, I averted my gaze. “Sorry, brother. I needed the time away. It felt good being in Wyoming. I was able to distance myself and deal with everything on my own.”

  “You didn’t have to do it on your own.”

  “Yeah, I did,” I replied truthfully. “It took a while, but I was able to clean myself up.” I glanced around the kitchen and then walked into the living room with Evan close behind. “I don’t know ho
w it’ll feel to be back. Brent says I’m still on the team, but I’ve missed so much.” I sat down on one side of my leather couch while Evan took the other side.

  “You’ll be fine,” he promised. “Your timing couldn’t be more perfect. Pre-season starts in another couple of weeks. If you work hard, that’ll be plenty of time to get where you need to be.”

  I shook my head. “Coach Joel isn’t going to let me come back just like that.”

  “Probably not, but if you’re willing to put forth the effort, I think you’ll be surprised.” He smiled, and it made me realize how much I’d missed being around the team. “So what all did you do in Wyoming?” he asked.

  Grinning from ear to ear, I closed my eyes, picturing it in my mind. “Well, in order for me to stay, Blake gave me some ultimatums. I had to shovel shit and help with maintenance around the ranch.”

  Evan burst out laughing. “He does know you grew up on a farm, right?”

  I returned the laugh. “Not at first. I probably shouldn’t have told him, because when I did, he gave me more work.” Leaning my head against the couch, I couldn’t help but miss it all. Being in Wyoming had reminded me so much of being in my hometown, minus the Grand Tetons. The mountains we had around North Carolina were nothing compared to the ones out west. “Blake also introduced me to a friend of his who’s a ranger. I was able to ride along with him and check out the hiking trails. Once my football career ends, that’s what I want to do.”

  He nodded. “You did go to college to be one. Let’s just hope we have several more years before retirement. I want to play as long as I can.”