Page 89 of Accepting Fate

“You want me to drive?” Her eyes are wide, confusion clear on her face.

“Yup.”

I could but I don’t know how safe it would be. I’m seconds away from falling asleep.

“Gray, I don’t know how I feel about driving a truck that isn’t mine. Plus, this is way bigger than my Jeep.”

“Angel, I can’t drive right now. You know that.”

Sighing and taking the keys from me, she relents. “Fine. Do you need help getting in on the other side?”

Moving past her, I open her door. “No, butyoumight.”

“Hey! I get in this thing just fine.”

She can get in the truck, but it’s funny to watch because she has to use theoh shit handleto hoist herself in it.

After five minutes of Logan adjusting everything to her liking, she heads out of the parking lot. I reach over the center console and rest my hand on her leg. I have noticed that if we are together, I have to be touching her in some sort of way.

We sit in silence most of the way and when we reach the halfway point, she speaks up.

“Hey! My bed isn’t tiny, you’re just a freaking giant!” she says, finally catching on to the dig I made at the hospital.

I tilt my head back and laugh, which fucking hurts, but I don’t care. Logan makes me so fucking happy and even though I feel like shit, it seems like she can take it all away just by being her.

When she pulls into my garage and parks, she doesn’t move to get out right away.

“Angel?”

I know what she’s thinking. We haven’t discussed my family’s past and how I make some of my money. All she knows is that I own The Needle and my dad owns a very successful garage.

She looks to me and gives me a hesitant smile. “Yeah. Sorry. Let’s get you inside.”

I meet her at the front of the truck, and she follows me to the door. I walk in first and flip on all the kitchen lights, then step aside for Logan. She stands just past the doorway, no longer hiding the shock on her face.

She takes off her shoes and walks further in so that I can close the door. I watch as she heads towards the island to get a better view of the downstairs.

As I’m kicking off my shoes, I see a flash of orange race down the stairs and skid to a stop when he sees Logan.

Logan spins around to say something but stops when she sees Oliver.

She’s slow in her movements and she kneels down, holding out her hand for him to smell her. I have no clue how this is going to go. He could hate her or love her, there’s no in-between.

I close the distance between us and watch as Oliver sniffs Logan’s hand.

“His name is Oliver,” I tell her. “Oliver, don’t be a dick.”

Logan lets out a small laugh and Oliver nudges his head against her hand. I’m a little surprised when he walks up to her legs and rubs his entire body against her black scrubs.

“Can I pick him up?”

“If he lets you, go for it.” Still unsure if he’s going to be a terror or not.

Logan runs her hand up and down his back a few times and then picks him up. She stands and the little asshole rubs his face up against her and starts purring loudly.

Logan sees me standing there, a mix of shock and pissed off, and laughs.

I step into her and pet him. He doesn’t pay me any attention and continues to snuggle into Logan more.