Page 90 of Accepting Fate
“Well, fuck. Now I have to compete with my cat for your attention.”
A small laugh escapes her. “He’s so soft and cute. I didn’t peg you for a cat guy though.”
I tell her the story about how he found me and the entire time she is looking at him with love in her eyes. She eventually puts him down and he stays at her feet.
“Grayson, this place is gorgeous. But I have so many questions.”
I pull her into me and rest my head on top of hers. “I know, and I will explain but not tonight.”
She lets out a yawn and nods against my chest. I walk us up the stairs, bypassing the rooms and going straight to mine. I’ll give her a proper tour when we’ve both gotten some rest.
My headache is starting to get stronger by the minute, so I skip the overhead light and turn on the bedside lamp.
Making my way to the closet, I pull out a pair of sweats and t-shirts for both of us. When I come back into the room, Logan is sitting on the bed, texting.
“Sorry, I was texting Harper to make sure she got home okay.” She stands and takes the clothes from me.
I point at the bathroom. “Bathroom is through there. You can shower if you want.”
She rises on her toes and kisses me. “Yeah, I need to wash the day off, I feel gross. You can go to sleep, but I will be waking you up in a few hours to check on you.”
“Okay, Angel.”
She walks off to the bathroom and stops, turning around. “I don’t want to ask but how did you get hurt tonight?”
I scrub my hands down my face. “I can’t tell you that right now. But I will soon. I promise.”
Satisfied with my answer, she continues into the bathroom, and I fall onto the bed. I manage to get enough energy to change. As soon as my head hits the pillow, I’m out.
Logan
Sitting here on this huge couch with my new orange best friend, as I watch the trees sway in the wind outside, I know I could get used to this. And I never thought I’d say that while at a man’s house.
Last night was insane to say the least. I wanted to ring Grayson’s neck for not going straight to the hospital. But after seeing Isabella, I understood.
When Lori told him he had a concussion, I wanted to rub it in his pretty face, but I saw how exhausted he was and decided against it.
It’s almost one in the afternoon now and he’s still passed out. I don’t blame him. We didn’t get to his place until close to five this morning and I was waking him up every few hours to check on him.
I try to stay in this peaceful moment, but my head is full of so many questions. The first being this massive house Grayson calls home. To say I was shocked when we walked in was an understatement.
I know his dad owns a very successful car shop and being a business owner probably brings in a lot of income. But this place goes beyond all of that. Downstairs alone looks like it belongs in a freaking magazine. He mentioned that he was a contractor before opening The Needle, so it’s very possible that he built most of this himself. Even if he did, I can’t imagine what a place like this cost to build. My instincts are telling me there is something else going on, but I don’t want to pry and ruin what we have.
Maybe whatever he is doing with his brothers connects to how he can afford this beautiful place. I know last night wasn’t the first time he had to run away in the middle of the night. I just hadn’t seen any of the people he helps since the night he came in with Lily and Alana. He has had to “go out of town” three other times since we cemented our relationship.
Again, I want to ask so many questions, but he respects me with my secrets, and I would be a hypocrite if I asked him to spill his.
But as the days go on, I find myself wanting to let that final wall down and tell him everything. When he got hurt last night, the first thing I thought waswhat if I lost him? He was fine thankfully. But what if him getting hurt during these things is a regular occurrence? What if this is just the first time it’s happened since we got together? I always thought if I lost him that it would be because my demons decided to make an appearance and hurt him.
For a split second on the drive from the hospital to him, I considered walking away because I could never handle it if I lost him in an accident. But that thought quickly dissolved when I realized I would rather have a few amazing months with him than to have never had him at all. This is true whether I lose him to whatever it is he does with his brothers or my own personal hell hole.
Oliver nudges my hand to get me to pet him.
When I came downstairs, I explored enough to find the coffee maker. As soon as my butt hit the couch, Oliver climbed into my lap and hasn’t left. This little man was very unexpected. Who knew my burley looking caveman was the parent of an orange fluff ball.
Hands slide over my shoulders, and I lean my head back against the couch. Grayson stands above me. His hair is sticking up like he just stuck his head in a tornado and best of all he’s not wearing a shirt.
Gray smiles down at me and drops a kiss to my lips. “I see you have made a new friend,” he says, pointing to Oliver who has climbed further on my lap.