Page 51 of Accepting Fate
Good luck with that, pretty girl.
I sit up in my seat and whip the truck around and head in the direction of her house.
On the way, I call her four times and she declines every time.
When I turn onto the road that leads to her house, I get a text. I shouldn’t but I grab my phone from the cupholder and read the message.
Logan: Stop calling me Grayson. I gave you one chance. You blew it. It’s done.
I laugh. She’s pissing me off by not giving me a chance to explain myself. I told her once that I get what I want. She can ignore my calls all she wants but that’s not going to stop me.
Using voice text, I respond.
Grayson: On my way.
A few minutes later, I pull into her driveway and I take a moment to decide what to do. She probably won’t answer the door if I knock, so I opt to sit in the truck for a while.
I know she has to go to work soon. She mentioned that sometimes she heads out early to grab breakfast and sit outside before being stuck inside for twelve hours.
I suspect today will be one of those days.
Logan thinks she’s being sneaky, but I see her peeking her head through the curtains every few minutes.
She texts me a few times telling me to go the fuck away, but I don’t.
Two hours go by when Logan walks out of her house and locks her door. She is wearing black scrubs with a white long-sleeve shirt underneath. Her hair is up in a ponytail.
Damn, she’s fucking beautiful.
Logan avoids looking in my direction and readjusts her backpack while walking toward her Jeep.
I’ll give it to her. She’s walking with her head held high and with determination. She’s putting on a great performance, acting like I’m not here.
Hopping out of the truck, I walk around the back of her Jeep, meeting her right as she is about to open the door.
Stepping closer to her, she backs up, glaring bright green daggers at me.
I flash her a smile and lean against her door, blocking her from getting in.“Good morning, Angel.”
She’s pissed. “What are you still doing here? I told you to go.”
I fold my arms across my chest. “I know what you said, Angel, but I told you I get what I want. And what I want is you. So, if you give me a chance to explain, you will understand this is all a misunderstanding.”
“I don’t care what you want, Grayson. I may have not dated much but themy text didn’t sendis a lame ass excuse. So, if you would fucking move, I need to get to work.”
She’s not wrong. That is the oldest excuse in the book but in this case, it’s the truth.
“I’m many things but a liar isn’t one,” I tell her firmly. “I know you’re pissed but I would never blow you off like that.”
Throwing her hands up in the air, her keys almost go flying but she catches them. “How the hell am I supposed to believe that? You act like a fucking caveman half the time. How do I know this wasn’t some lame ass excuse because better plans came up?”
“Do you honestly think I would spend the morning convincing you to let me in and give us a try, then ask you on a date that same night to turn around and blow you off? You’re a smart girl, Logan. I know you’re pissed but look at the big picture, babe, because me blowing you off makes zero sense in this situation.”
Logan pinches the bridge of her nose and sighs. I know she’s frustrated. I can see the war going on in her head, contemplating whether she should trust me or kick me to the curb.
Reaching out, I grab her hand. She doesn’t immediately pull away, but she does after a few seconds.
“Let me explain,” I plead with her. “I swear you will see it’s just a big misunderstanding.”