Rough Patch: Heaven Hill, #6.5

By Laramie Briscoe

Jagger and Bianca
Mechanic and Teacher
Laid back and Fiery

Love isn't easy. Sometimes it isn't patient, sometimes it isn't kind, but there's one thing that will make you appreciate your significant other. The way they make you feel when you come though the other side of a rough patch.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Laramie Briscoe
• Release date: Mar 5, 2019
• ISBN: 9781386946939

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Rough Patch

Jagger and Bianca

Mechanic and Teacher

Laid back and Fiery

Love isn’t easy. Sometimes it isn’t patient, sometimes it isn’t kind, but there’s one thing that will make you appreciate your significant other. The way they make you feel when you come though the other side of a rough patch.

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Prologue

Freedom! Bianca Hawks, or B to her close friends, could taste it. It tasted of ice cream on long summer nights with friends and other members of the Heaven Hill MC and hot summer days sneaking away somewhere with her boyfriend, Jagger Stone. Glancing up at the clock, she mentally counted down the seconds until the bell would ring at 3:30. It was the starting pistol that would signal the freedom she so desperately craved.

The noise level in her classroom was deafening as her students counted down, but she couldn’t bring herself to care. As soon as they’d walked into the school that morning, they’d begun an hourly countdown, and she’d secretly counted down with them. There was something magical about the last day of school. Students passed onto another grade, and teachers were thankful they still had all their hair on their head.

Five, four, three, two, one! The screams were loud as were the goodbyes to her as the teenagers made their way out of her classroom.

She waved to a few of her favorites and then went around the room picking up the things she needed to take home. Only what she knew she would need immediately was added to her bag, anything bigger she could always come back for. The only reason she hadn’t left with the kids was because, as an adult, she was expected to have a little more control and not be so anxious for two months of sleeping in. Within fifteen minutes, she had everything she needed and turned off the lights in the room. Closing the door, she smiled happily to herself. She’d successfully survived her first year as a high school teacher, and her third year teaching was now in the books. A mental middle finger went up to everyone who’d ever told her she couldn’t do it. She had done it and done it well if her reports from the principal were any indication.

Now, though, it was time to go get her man. It was her mission to make sure he had as good a time this summer as she did. The last few weeks had been rocky for the two of them, and she knew they needed some relaxation, and if it were up to her, that would start right now.

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Jagger Stone was pissed, hot, and done with this day. Walker’s Wheels, or the shop as most of them called it in passing, was fucking busy and had been for at least two months. They could never seem to get caught up, no matter how hard they tried. They would send one car home with its owner and two more would show up in the lot. It wasn’t a bad problem to have, necessarily, but it irritated him when most of the people needing their cars worked were women who hung around the bay he was working in. He recognized them from various shows he’d given at Wet Wanda’s. He did his best to discourage them, but they always found out where he worked, and they always managed to make themselves a nuisance. They didn’t care that he was happily attached.

The Jagger Stone fan club is here. Tyler Blackfoot grinned as he walked over to the younger man, clapping him on the back. How does B put up with that?

B. The love of his life and the one who meant everything to him was not a fan of his so-called fan club. She hates it, and doesn’t hesitate to tell me so, but I also hate hers. He shrugged. So it tends to even itself out. We’ve both kind of come to the conclusion that we can’t help what we did before we got together, but we can take preventative measures now. That’s why these ladies have no chance in hell.

Yeah, I can imagine loving a woman who used to work in a strip club is hard. Tyler nodded. Lots of men have seen a lot more than you want them to and probably don’t hesitate to tell you that.

Jagger stopped turning