The Vincent Boys 02 - The Vincent Brothers

the playlist here: http://www.abbiglines.com/p/vincent-brothers.html
1. Here By Me by Three Doors Down (When Lana leaves Grove and Sawyer can’t find her)
2. Break Your Little Heart by All Time Low (When Sawyer wants to make Ash jealous w/Lana)
3. Tell Him by Colbie Caillat (Lana’s ringtone & her feelings about Sawyer from the beginning)
4. Everybody’s Fool by Evanescence (When Lana has had it with Sawyer dropping her to go to Ash whenever she needs him)
5. That’s What You Get by Paramore (Lana after leaving Grove)
6. Made For You by OneRepublic (Sawyer when he finds out where Lana is hiding and goes to get her back)
7. It Stops Today by Colbie Caillat (Lana when Sawyer tells her he loves her)
8. The One I Love by David Gray (Epilogue)
    Also by Abbi Glines

Because of Low

    Chapter One

    Marcus

    Moving back home sucked. Everything about this town reminded me of why the hell I’d wanted to get away. I had a life in Tuscaloosa and I needed that life to escape. Here, I was Marcus Hardy. No matter where I went people knew me. They knew my family. And now... they were talking about my family. Which is why I had come home.
    Leaving my sister and mother here alone to face this was impossible. The scandal hovering over our heads took away all my choices and my freedom. Right now, few people knew but it was only a matter of time. Soon the entire coastal town of Sea Breeze, Alabama would know what my dad was doing or should I say, who my dad was doing. King of the Mercedes car dealerships along the Gulf Coast had been a high enough title for some little gold digging whore only a few years older than me to jump in bed with my dear ‘ol dad. The one time I’d seen the home wrecker working behind the desk right outside Dad’s office I’d known something wasn’t right. She was young and smoking hot and apparently money hungry.
    Dad couldn’t keep it in his pants and now my mom and sister would have to deal with the stigma it would cause. People would feel sorry for Mom. This was already devastating to her and she didn’t even know yet that the other woman was barely a woman. My younger sister Amanda had caught them going at it one evening late when Mom had sent her over to the office to take Dad some dinner. She’d called me that night crying hysterically. I’d withdrawn from school, packed my things and headed home. There was no other option. My family needed me.
    A knock on the door snapped me out of my internal tirade and I went to see what chick was here looking for Cage this time. God knew the guy had an endless line of females parading through his life. My new roommate was a player. A major player. He put my best friend, Preston, to shame. I twisted the knob and swung the door open without peeking through the hole.
    The surprise was on me. I’d been prepared to tell whatever tall willowy large but obviously fake chested female dressed in almost nothing waiting outside the door that Cage was busy with another one very similar to her. Except a very natural almost curvy red head stood before me. Red rimmed eyes and a tear streaked face gazed up at me. There was no mascara lines running down her face. Her hair wasn’t styled but pulled back in a pony tail. She wore jeans and what appeared to be an authentic Back in Black AC/DC concert t-shirt. No belly button flashing a flat tanned stomach and her clothes weren’t skin tight. Well maybe the jeans were a little snug but they hugged her hips nicely. My appreciation of her legs in the slim fit jeans stopped however when I noticed the small beat up suitcase clutched tightly in her hand.
    “Is Cage here?” Her voice sounded broken and musical at the same time. I was having a hard time digesting that this girl was here for Cage. She wasn’t anything like he veered toward. Nothing was enhanced. Everything from her thick dark copper hair to the Chuck Taylors on her feet screamed, “not Cage’s type.” And the fact she was carrying a suitcase, well that couldn’t be good.
    “Uh, um, no.”
    Her shoulders slumped and another sob escaped her mouth. One small dainty hand flew up in an attempt to mute the sound of her obvious distress. Her nails were even classy. Not too long with a smooth rounded tip and soft pink nail polish.
    “I left my cell phone,” she let out a sigh then continued, “at my sister’s. I need to call him. Can I come in?”
    Cage was out with a swimsuit model that apparently had a thing for college baseball players. I knew from the way he