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  Swept Away

  Swept Away

  ~ Grayton Series ~

  Willow & Caleb

  © 2016 Jill Sanders

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  Dedication

  To my dad,

  who helped open the door

  to my imagination…

  Summary

  Willow has had a hard time trusting people, especially men, ever since her reckless father abandoned her at a young age for the romantic idea of life on the open road. After finally graduating from college, she’s now enjoying her new job and carefree life on the beach. When an injured stranger shows up on her doorstep looking for her deceased dad, she is instantly thrust back into the dark past she’s been trying to escape her whole life.

  Cocky Caleb has never really had it easy, but lately, things have taken an extreme turn for the worse. Seriously injured and on the run from outlaw biker’s hell-bent on controlling him, he seeks shelter with the only person who could possibly save him once and for all… if he can keep his smart-ass mouth shut.

  Swept Away

  by

  Jill Sanders

  Prologue

  There wasn’t much that nine-year-old Willow got really excited about, but seeing her father after he’d been gone for two months was one of them. Even if it meant her older sister, Wendy, was in one of her “moods.”

  Her big sister had forced her to help clean up their tiny apartment. Willow had even had to help clean the bathroom they shared, a job she had learned early on to avoid by pretending to puke every time she got near the toilet with the brush. This time, however, Wendy had made her clean even the mirror and the sinks all by herself.

  After the great cleaning, the entire apartment smelled like pine and was even cleaner than when they had moved in almost a year ago. They both sat on the sofa in their Sunday dresses, waiting for the front door to swing open.

  But, after what seemed like hours, Willow must have fallen asleep waiting, because she woke when Wendy picked her up and carried her into their shared bedroom. The room was so small, there was only space for the one bed, which Wendy always ended up giving to Willow. They had slept on the bed together until recently when her sister complained that she kicked in her sleep.

  Willow had asked why Wendy didn’t sleep in their father’s bed in the other bedroom, but her sister had never given her an answer.

  As Wendy gently pulled off Willow’s dress shoes and set them beside the bed, she asked, “When’s daddy going to get here?”

  Wendy tucked Willow’s favorite silky blanket under her chin. “I’m not sure, sweetie.” Her sister brushed a blonde strand of her hair behind her ear.

  “I wanna stay awake.” Willow pouted.

  Wendy shook her head. “You have school tomorrow.”

  “But, Daddy—” she started.

  “Willow, you know the rules.” Her sister frowned down at her. Instantly, Willow shut her mouth. They had agreed to a set of rules the last time their father had left them alone. Willow had done her best to follow each and every one. Not that she was afraid of her sister. Wendy had been nothing but kind to her for as long as Willow could remember.

  It wasn’t fear that kept her from pouting now, but respect. Her sister had sacrificed so much for her, there was no way she was going to do anything to upset her. Not when she remembered the last time Wendy had gone out of her way to give Willow the new shoes she’d asked for.

  After her Sunday dress was pulled from her, Willow rolled over and tucked herself into a tight ball. Silent tears streamed down her face at the thought that she wouldn’t be able to see her father that night. When the dark thought crept into her mind that it might be months more before he’d come home, she curled herself even tighter and dreamed about the last time she’d seen either of her parents.

  Several hours later, she felt a warm hand on her face and opened her eyes to her father standing over her.

  “Daddy?” She reached up and rubbed her eyes to make sure she wasn’t dreaming.

  “Sweet Willa,” her father whispered. Just hearing his nickname for her caused happiness to spread throughout her entire body. She launched herself out of the bed and straight into his waiting arms.

  Her father smelled like booze and smoke, but she didn’t care. Not once his arms wrapped around her and held her tight. She felt safe for the first time in months.

  Finally, she pulled back and looked into his scruffy face. He looked a lot thinner than she remembered and there were dark circles under his eyes. She touched his long silver beard and, looking into his blue eyes, she asked, “Why did you stay away so long?” She whispered it since her sister was still asleep on her sleeping bag near the corner of the room.

  “Places to see, people to meet.” He chuckled and sat down on the edge of her bed, moving her onto his lap.

  “How long are you staying?” She held her breath, fearing the answer.

  “I’m back for good this time, Willa.” Her father frowned as he glanced down at the floor. “Let’s let your sister get some rest. I’ll see you in the morning.” He leaned down and placed a kiss on her forehead. “I’ve got a surprise for you.”

  Her father always bought her small gifts from the places he’d visited. The last time she’d gotten a small metal figurine of a dancing girl. She treasured every gift he’d given her and couldn’t wait to see what he’d brought her this time.

  She moved to sit up, but her father’s big hands pushed her back down. She wanted to prolong her time with him.

  “Tomorrow,” he promised. “Go to sleep my sweet Willa. Sweet dreams.”

  She tucked her body back up into a ball and dreamed about spending the rest of her life with her daddy. But, fate was cruel, even to a nine-year-old. Less than six months later, Willow stood next to her sister as she spread their father’s ashes into the ocean. The cancer had moved fast, turning the strong man she once looked up to into nothing more than skin and bones.

  Willow vowed that day that her father would be the only man she would ever love.

  Chapter One

  Caleb Harris was in trouble. But what else was new. He glanced over his shoulder one more time and cursed under his breath. How could he have let his guard down? Then he remembered and cursed the sexy woman that had taken his mind off of his own dangers. Damn his soft spot for beautiful women.

  Deciding it was now or never, he tucked the small package into his back pocket and took off at a sprint. He didn’t know this part of town well, since he’d only arrived early last week, but he knew there was only one chance of getting away—being fast.

  He’d been running his entire life. At least it seemed that way. That was, up until Billy had taken him under his wing.

  The old man had been Caleb’s savior back when he was living on the streets of Vegas. Caleb knew how to take care of himself; after all, he’d been on his own most of his life. His mother had been a showgirl by day and a call girl by night and never really had time to raise a kid. Nor had she had the skills.

  The dirty little trailer she’d rented for the two of them had been nothing short of gross. He’d spent every waking breath trying to escape the hellhole. And most days he’d succeeded.

  Since he’d been on the scrawny side as a kid, he’d spent most of his youth getting picked on and beat up by kids bigger than him. Until he’d joined his first gang at the age of nine. It had been nice to be part of a family for the first time in his life. Sure, he’d gotten into more fights than he could remember, but he’d felt like he was pa
rt of something bigger.

  When Henry, the gang’s leader, was picked up by the police and hauled away to juvie, the rest of the members had split. It had taken Caleb almost a whole year to find his next gang, which he’d stayed in until his first trip to juvie himself. During his time locked up, something wonderful had happened to him. He’d grown. Bigger and taller than most kids his own age. He quickly learned a valuable lesson about staying in shape and being able to run fast, which had taken him to a whole different level.

  After he’d spent a few months in a boy’s correctional home, his mother had pretty much told him that he was on his own. He didn’t mind it much, especially after learning his mother had a new ass of a boyfriend living with her. He was better off by himself.

  At the age of eleven, he couldn’t have been more thrilled to be completely independent. And by the time he was thirteen, he’d grown so much that he could have easily been mistaken as a sixteen-year-old.

  So, for the next few years, he’d done what he needed to in order to survive the streets, everything from selling drugs, running errands for other gang members, to being hired out as a carrier of sorts. The last job he’d had—delivering packages—had turned out to be the worst one and the luckiest at the same time. That’s when he’d met Billy.

  He’d stolen a car and delivered the package out to the gas station in the middle of the dessert. Upon arriving, he’d been jumped by two guys and dragged into a back room where he’d gotten the shit kicked out of him and told he was pretty much toast.

  Of course, this only pissed him off and he’d stood up, wiped the blood from his face, and demanded double pay for the job.

  He could still remember when a third guy walked into the room and laughed at him. Billy had stopped the other two guys from beating the shit out of him.

  Billy had quickly taken Caleb under his wing and had protected him from the other guys. He’d taught him everything he needed to know to survive.

  Less than a year later, he’d gotten Caleb his first bike and had stood by him when he’d been officially inaugurated him into the last gang he’d ever join.

  Billy was the father Caleb had never had. The older man not only taught him what hard work was, but how to use his strengths to get what he wanted. Soon, Caleb was making his way up the ladder in the gang. Ralphie had been the leader of the Lone Outlaws for more than two decades, but Caleb and a few guys were talking about making some changes in the gang.

  For the first time in Caleb’s life, everything was going perfectly. Until the night Billy pulled him aside and told him his secret, and then proceeded to drop the biggest bomb ever… Billy was leaving the gang for good.

  It had taken him less than two minutes to make up his mind to go with Billy. But everything Caleb had spent two years working for had gone up in smoke that night. He didn’t even have time to pack or say goodbye. Instead, Caleb made a choice to start running, and he was still running thirteen years later.

  Now, Caleb ran into a back alleyway and immediately regretted the move when he hit a dead end. Cursing, he turned around, only to be blocked by two shadows.

  “Bout time we found you,” Al sneered. The man’s one eye gleamed in the dim light. The patch over his other eye was like a beacon, drawing Caleb’s eyes to focus on its darkness.

  “We’ve been lookin’ long and hard for you, boy.” Tony moved closer. Caleb knew not to let the skinny man fool him. Tony was a boxer and could take down the best and biggest. But spending the last thirteen years in jail hadn’t been kind to either of the men. “Where you been hiding?”

  Caleb was bigger and faster than the two older men put together, but it wasn’t size or speed that had fear snaking down his spine. It was the two 9mms pointing directly at his chest.

  “I’ve been laying low. You know, after all the mess. Besides, can’t a guy just decide he needs a break?” Caleb tried to keep his voice calm as his eyes moved around the alley looking for any escape.

  “Sure.” Al smiled and nudged Tony. “You need a day or two here or there, but thirteen years?” He moved closer. “Thirteen fucking years!” he screamed, causing Caleb to flinch.

  “It’s time you came back home and paid for what you did,” Tony added.

  “I’ve paid. Besides, I’m trying this new thing.” He’d backed up until he was pressed against a door. Thankfully, the knob turned easily in his hand. “It’s called living,” he said just as he pushed himself into the doorway. He felt a stabbing pain in his side, but didn’t stop as he raced through the back kitchen of a Chinese restaurant. He heard crashing behind him and guessed that Al and Tony were fighting with the kitchen staff, since he’d pushed a whole stack of dishes onto the floor as he’d raced by.

  When he hit the front of the restaurant, he glanced around quickly and decided to race around the buildings and head back down the same alleyway. He hunched behind a large trash can as he tried to get his breathing in check.

  The town was small enough that he knew it was almost impossible to lose the two men without outsmarting them. Besides, he didn’t know who else from the gang was lurking in the shadows, looking for him. He hated that he’d parked his bike right in the middle of the main parking lot. He was pretty sure that Tony and Al were sitting there, watching it, waiting for him to return to his wheels.

  He’d gotten the bike a few years ago, after he’d traded in the bike Billy had gotten him. This bike was bigger and more reliable. Plus, it had been his only means of escape. Which, he reminded himself, was now cut off.

  He waited for what seemed like hours, listening, waiting, but everything remained silent. When it started to lightly rain, he moved a little and realized that both of his legs had gone to sleep. Cursing under his breath, he finally glanced down at his side and noticed the large pool of blood just underneath his hip.

  “Damn.” He felt his head spin. He’d been so concerned with listening for Al and Tony, he’d forgotten about the searing pain in his side. Actually, after the first few minutes of hiding, everything had gone numb.

  He leaned back and tried to wiggle his toes. When he felt them move in his boots, he smiled. It took a few minutes for his legs to regain their feeling and in that time, he’d come up with a new plan.

  Willow was tired and sore. She’d spent the last eleven hours out in the sun setting up barriers along the twenty-mile stretch of sugar-sand beaches.

  Protecting sea turtles was the sole purpose of her life for the next few months. Not to mention her dream job.

  She’d spent countless hours in school learning how to be a marine biologist. Who would have known that it would all come down to walking the beach and putting sticks in the ground?

  She sighed as she let herself into her apartment. But she had to admit, she did love her job. When she wasn’t cut loose on the beach, she was housed at the local marina working with and helping rehabilitate injured animals. But since it was her second year on the job, she’d been given the choice to head up the turtle conservation project. So far, her team had found and safely barricaded off over thirty-five hundred nests.

  She’d been fooled into thinking it was an easy job at first, but after four weeks of nonstop working, she now knew better. She’d never added so many miles to her pedometer before and she’d lost almost ten pounds and two whole sizes. Not to mention that she was now nice and tan from all the time spent outdoors.

  Shutting her apartment door behind her, she took a moment to look around her small space. It was all hers. No roommates, no big sister to clean up after her, no boyfriend to get in the way. She smiled a little when she remembered how much freer she’d felt after things had ended with her long time on-again-off-again boyfriend, Jake.

  Shortly after she’d started going to Florida State University, Jake had surprised her by joining the army without asking or even telling her until the day before leaving for basics.

  She’d tried to stay in touch with him, but a little over a year ago, she’d gotten word that he’d married and already had a kid.

/>   She walked into the living room and dropped her large backpack on the floor, then fell backwards onto the secondhand sofa she’d bought for her space, sighing when she hit the soft cushions. Closing her eyes, she smiled.

  This was the part of the day she liked the best, when everything was still and quiet. There was a light patter from overhead as the evening rain fell on her skylight.

  Her dark locks were a little damp from the rain as she rested her head back on the sofa. She’d colored her hair a rich dark color only a few months ago. Normally, she’d spent hours and lots of money keeping her long locks a striking blonde, much like her sister Wendy still did. After graduation, when she’d moved closer to her sister near Surf Breeze and had taken the full time job at the West Florida Gulfarium, she’d decided that she needed a change. Besides, she thought the darker color suited her personality better.

  Toeing off her shoes, she rested her feet on her glass coffee table and reached for the remote, just as a knock sounded at her door.

  Occasionally, her sister liked to stop by before her evening shift bartending at the Boardwalk Bar and Grill. Pushing up from the sofa, she walked over and yanked open her door with a smile on her face. She was shocked at the tall, dark figure looming in her doorway. She moved quickly to slam the door shut and screamed when his hand reached in and held it open.

  “Billy.” His voice was rough as he used his weight to push the door open. “Where’s Billy?”

  Willow tried once more to shut the door, this time using all her weight, but he used his shoulder to hold it open and it didn’t budge.

  His dark eyes bore into hers and for a moment, she forgot to breathe. Dangerous. The word screamed in her head as she fought with him, trying to close him out.