Blue Skies, Season 2, Episode 8 (Rising Storm) Read Online Free

her sage advice at her front gate. Hell, he’d have been better off if he’d never gone out with her at all. Damn Marcus and Brittany. Interfering friends were worse than family—almost.
    “Listen, bro, I don’t think you’re going to find answers in the bottom of a glass.”
    “Says the publican’s son.” Logan scowled at his brother who only laughed as he shoved the keg under the counter.
    “Pot calling kettle black,” Dillon returned. But at least his brother had the decency to fill a glass and sit down beside him. Logan’s mother, on the other hand, didn’t look too pleased with either of her sons.
    Still, she poured herself a cup of coffee and came to stand in front of them, still behind the bar. “The two of you are so much like your father.”
    “I don’t see that as a problem,” Logan said, as Dillon grunted in agreement.
    “Most of the time, neither do I.” Sonya’s smile was warm. “He does, after all, hold the key to my heart. But that doesn’t mean the man’s a saint.”
    “Thank the good Lord,” Dillon said, raising his glass. “He already thinks he’s right all the time; can you imagine how hard it would be to live with him if he were truly perfect?”
    “Don’t speak ill of your father.” She shot her oldest son a quelling glance. “The point I’m making is that your father almost let me slip out of his grasp. If he hadn’t fought for me, I’d have married Marshall Beckham.”
    It was an old story, one that differed slightly depending on if his mother or father was telling the tale. But the facts were that Marshall Beckham had wanted Sonya for his own. And a more determined man there’d never been. Except for Aiden Murphy.
    “We know the story, Ma.” Dillon rolled his eyes, shooting a look at Logan.
    “So you do. But you’re missing the obvious point. If your father had let himself be swayed by all the gossip—lies started by Marshall himself—none of us would be standing here right now. He had to reach past all the bullhockey and take what he wanted.” She shrugged and took a sip of coffee, her gaze holding theirs. “Me.”
    “And you’re trying to tell Logan that he should wade through the shit and get Ginny back?”
    “Except that it’s real shit,” Logan protested. “Not fabricated lies. Or at least the lies were what created the shit in the first place. And to make it worse, they were Ginny’s.” Logan tried for anger, but his heart wasn’t in it. Delia had been right. He did love Ginny. And the idea of living a life without her made his gut hurt.
    “Okay, so maybe my analogy isn’t quite right,” his mother said. “But the point is, life is short and you have to go and get what you want. And sometimes to do that, you have to sacrifice your pride.”
    “That’s pretty much what Delia said to me.” Logan sighed.
    “Well, that complicates things a bit, don’t you think,” Dillon said, his words a statement, not a question.
    “More than you know, brother. But not in the way you mean. Ginny saw us together.”
    “You and Delia?” his mother asked. “That can’t have gone well.”
    “I don’t know. Brittany talked to her, but I felt like a total ass. To both of them, if that matters. I just don’t know what to do.”
    “About Delia or Ginny?” Dillon quipped, but sobered when Logan shot him an angry look.
    “Ginny.”
    “Do you love her?” his mother asked, her voice gentle as she reached over to cover his hand with hers.
    “I do. It’s just that I thought she was the one person who would never lie to me.”
    “I don’t condone what she did, telling people the baby was Jacob’s. But I can understand why she did it. And I think if you’re honest with yourself, so can you. Sometimes all it takes is a beginning. A first step.” Sonya topped off her coffee and headed back toward the kitchen.
    “See, I told you she was talking about you,” Dillon offered as he took a sip of beer.
    “Don’t get too high on your horse, Dillon