Suppression
Laurel Springs Emergency Response Team #2
Laramie Briscoe
Contents
Also By Laramie Briscoe
New Release Info
Moonshine Task Force Members
Blurb
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
Epilogue One
Epilogue Two
Thank You!
Connect
Copyright © 2019 Laramie Briscoe
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One Day at A Time
The Price of Love
Full Circle
Hard To Love
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Tank
Havoc
Ace
Menace
Cruise
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Sketch
Sass
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Moonshine Task Force Members
Ryan “Renegade” Kepler – Married to Whitney and father to Stella and Nick. Best friend to Trevor.
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Trevor “Tank” Trumboldt – Married to Blaze, brother to Whitney, uncle to Stella and Nick. Best friend to Ryan.
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Holden “Havoc” Thompson – Married to Leighton, father to Ransom and Cutter. Best friend to Mason.
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Anthony “Ace” Bailey – Married to Violet.
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Mason “Menace” Harrison – Married to Karina, father to Caleb and Kelsea, grandfather to Molly and Levi. Best friend to Holden.
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Caleb “Cruise” Harrison – Married to Ruby, father to Molly and Levi, son of Mason, brother to Kelsea.
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Blurb
If you don't love, you can't get hurt...
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Nick Kepler
One thing my childhood taught me was never show my emotions. Don’t make memories. Don’t count on other people. Don’t hope for the best.
All that changed when I was adopted by Ryan and Whitney Kepler.
Begrudgingly I let them into my life, along with my new sister and a best friend I would lay down my life for. But giving up my heart and accepting love in return from Kelsea Harrison? It’s the hardest thing I’ve ever tried to do.
And the truth is? I’m not sure if I’m that strong.
Kelsea Harrison
From the very moment I met Nick Kepler I knew he would be the love of my life. Problem is I haven’t been able to convince him of that yet.
When our best friends get married, Nick and I spend a drunken night letting our walls down and losing all our inhibitions. In one moment I’m given everything I ever wanted. Then, in the blink of an eye it’s taken away from me.
The question is, can I be strong for the both of us?
The answer? I have to be.
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Kelsea
The last thing anyone wants on their wedding day is to puke in the bridal suite. I have it on great authority no one likes to puke, especially right before they put on their wedding dress. Checking out my best friend, Stella? Looks like she didn’t get the memo.
“Do we need to get you back to the bathroom?” I whisper as I watch a hand go to her stomach and her other over her mouth. It’s almost as if I can literally see her getting greener as the seconds tick by.
“Stella.” Whitney’s voice carries a tone of disapproval as she turns to face both me and her daughter. “Did you really think it was a good idea to have a wine night with Kels the actual night before your wedding?”
If only Whitney Kepler knew what was actually happening at our wine night. We’d watched Steel Magnolias, Top Gun and Sweet Home Alabama while polishing off a container of cake frosting and giggling about the something blue surprise Stella has up her skirt for her groom. Ending up sleeping head-to-head on the couch as we talked about how her brother, Nick, will never get his head out of his ass where I’m concerned. We obviously got very wild.
“Mom, please, not right now.” Stella pushes past the both of us, heading for the empty bathroom.
Whitney glares at me as we listen to Stella heave and wretch. It’s awful and even I’m having a hard time keeping my gag reflex from acting up. Escaping Whitney’s look, I move over to the door, listening closely.
I give her a few moments before I quietly knock on the door. “You okay?”
“C’mon in.” Her voice sounds wrecked, and when I open the door, she’s sitting on the floor trying to regulate her breathing, her face red and her eyes pooling with tears. She looks to be on this side of panicking and it’s my job to get her under control. “You’ve go
t to get me some Zofran or I’m not getting through this.”
Quickly, I run a rag under the faucet, handing it to her. Meanwhile in my head I’m chanting you got this hoping like hell I really do. “You’re right. You’ve got to get your hair and makeup done. Why couldn’t you have waited just a few more weeks to get pregnant?”
She snorts, grunting as she lifts herself out of the floor. “Oh sure, you know this wasn’t exactly planned. Had we planned it, it would have been about a year from now. How was I supposed to know my birth control would fail big time the one weekend Ransom and I got alone before this wedding?”
My side-eye game is strong as I watch her wipe her face. “Don’t even act like the two of you did anything other than fuck like rabbits. I’m sure it had a better chance of failing than actually working.”
The smirk she wears is proof enough, and damn if I’m not a tiny bit jealous. “I’m not apologizing for how hot my soon-to-husband is, and I don’t need your judgment. I just need you to find me some Zofran and a can of Sprite.”
“Alright.” I laugh, not able to deny her anything. There’s a reason we’ve been best friends since we knew what friends actually were. “Let me dodge Whitney. She’s pissed because she seriously thinks you and I tied one on last night, but you’re the one with the hangover.”
“I know, I almost told her, but I truly want this day to be about me and Ransom. When we get back from our honeymoon, we’ll tell everybody, I promise. Then you and Nick won’t have to keep our secret anymore.”
“It’s kind of nice keeping a secret with him.” I shrug, hoping the tone of my voice doesn’t give away how much I enjoy sharing something that’s just ours.
Stella’s eyes are soft when she looks at me, showing a compassion only she can. “One day it’ll be your time, Kels. I promise.”
With everything I have, I want to believe her. I’m just not sure I can. How long do I keep waiting? For how many years do I not allow myself to meet new people because I’m afraid once I do, Nicholas Kepler will get his head out of his ass? Instead of acknowledging what she’s said to me I paste on an overly enthusiastic smile before I turn from her and square my shoulders as if I’m going to war. “Let me go get you that Zofran and some Sprite. Be back in just a sec.”
It’s a short walk to where the male contingency of this wedding is meeting, but I feel eyes on me from every direction as I go. I’ve never quite been comfortable with a crowd focusing on me, but I know I make a scene, already wearing my bridesmaid dress. Gathering my courage, I knock on the door to the room where all the men are. “Hey, are y’all decent?”
It opens slowly and I’m greeted on the other side by the dark eyes of the man we were speaking about earlier. “You okay?” There’s a tinge of worry in his eyes. “Ransom is freaking the fuck out, afraid that Stella’s gonna leave him at the altar. You aren’t here to deliver bad news, are you?”
I love Ransom so I don’t laugh, but I can’t believe he’s actually having thoughts that Stella will leave him at the altar. “Is he serious right now?”
Nick laughs and it changes his entire face. I love when he laughs. When he smiles, when he stops taking things so seriously. He turns from someone who looks like he could stomp a hole in the ground to someone who would hold you at night if you asked him to. Maybe I’m the only one who recognizes just how his face changes, but honestly that’s okay with me. “He’s pussying out hardcore.”
“No, I’m not.” I hear a disgruntled voice from behind him, watching as Ransom walks toward me. “Is everything okay on your side of things?” If I’m not mistaken, he is looking a little worried.
Turning my attention to Cutter, who became a full-fledged EMT a little over a year ago, I nod. “Yeah, a couple of us, including the bride drank a little too much last night. We need some Zofran, if you can get us some?” We’re having photos taken with the first response vehicles because of everyone in the wedding party, so I know an ambulance is around. Since there’s only four people at this wedding who know Stella’s knocked up, I have to pretend like I’m one of the people nursing a hangover. Running a hand over my forehead for effect, I turn puppy dog eyes up to Cutter.
“There’s probably some on the ambulance, and I could probably scrounge up a bag of fluid, but you and Stella will have to argue over who gets that. Best cure for a hangover.”
What a fucking great idea for someone who’s been puking off and on all morning. “Ya know what? It’s her day, I’ll let her have it. Just bring it to me and I’ll get her going? It’s okay if I look horrible in the pictures, but not her.”
“Give me a few minutes.” He runs out, buttoning his tux jacket, ready to help.
As I’m leaving, Ransom stops me, grabbing my wrist slightly. His face and eyes show his worry. “Is she really okay?”
“She’s pregnant,” I deadpan. “She’s just got morning sickness, but if we can’t settle her stomach, people are gonna find out and this wedding might not happen. Four trips so far, and mama Whit is gettin’ suspicious. You know once she brings it up to Ryan this will turn into a whole ordeal. Let me handle this.” I reach out and start fixing his collar and tie, smoothing it over. This man, who has always been like a brother to me, I want him to know the woman he loves will be taken care of. “I know it’s killing you not to be the one to be helping her right now, Ransom. Trust me, she’s in good hands, I promise.”
“I know she is, but if you need something, please let me know.”
The sincerity in his voice is enough to bring tears to my eyes. These two are going to make such amazing parents, and I know their life together will be blessed with so much happiness.
“Got it.” I hear Cutter’s voice, turning so I can see him holding up not only a bag of fluid, but a bottle of pills. “Should be good as new in a few minutes. Whatever you don’t use, bring back – they do inventory the ambulances. I can explain a few away, but not the whole bottle.” He reaches down, hugging me tightly. “In case no one told you today, you’re looking hot Harrison.”
I roll my eyes, but I can’t stop the smile that spreads across my face. Leave it to Cutter to make me blush, even when I don’t take half of what he says as truth.
“Thanks!” I grab his loot, ready to get out of dodge before I ruin my makeup. “We’ll see you all for pictures. Don’t anybody let him run off.” I nod to Ransom, grinning before I give the rest of them what I hope is a menacing look.
“They’d have to drag me out.”
And that right there is exactly what I want. A man who loves me like he loves Stella, like my dad loves my mom, like my brother loves Ruby. Brushing away the melancholy is hard on a day like today, but I do it as I re-enter the bridal suite. Stella takes a look at what I’m carrying, her head immediately going back with a large shout of approval.
“Oh my God, I love you!” She wraps her arms around me, hugging tightly.
“Come on in here.” I point to the bedroom attached, closing the door as we get down to business. “Let’s get you fixed up.”
After getting her hooked to the IV and getting the pill down, she’s getting some color back, and I’m starting to feel better about this whole situation. She doesn’t look like she’s on death’s doorstep, and now I won’t have to watch Whit give us both the death glare. At my age it should feel easier to shoulder disappointment from an elder, but it’s not. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling weird for knowing Stelle’s pregnant before everyone else. It’s harder than I thought to keep a secret from family, especially one as big as the Laurel Springs Emergency Response Team. I never actually realized how up in each other’s business we all are.
“Shit.” She sits up from where she’s lounging. “What am I gonna do if somebody hands me a glass of champagne. People know I drink. They’ll never believe I’m not doing it just because I want to be sober for my wedding night. People know Ransom and I, they know we get freaky once we’ve had a few drinks. How are we going to pull this off, Kels? Am I crazy for even trying?”
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�s only one thing for me to do. This is my best friend in the entire world, she’s listened to every doubt I’ve ever had, she’s cheered with each moment I hit a goal, and right now she needs me. In the grand scheme of things, what I’m offering isn’t huge, but it’s something I can do for her. “Hand it to me, I’ll take care of it for you, and make sure you have sparkling cider all night. We’ve got this. Your wedding and reception are going to go off without a hitch Stella, I swear.”
“Are you sure?” she asks. “You drink, but not as much as me.”
“I can handle this, Stelle, I promise. I’ve got this.”
Fucking famous last words.
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