Page 95 of Broken Promises

“Some of us don’t have to dream about getting laid,” she teased, getting to her feet, much to Jett’s annoyance.

“I’d rather dream about Raven than touch anyone else. I’m good with my false sense of reality,” I grumbled, sipping my coffee and checking my phone. Raven hadn’t messaged me, I hadn’t expected her to, but I wished she had.

“Just message her,” Jett said when he noticed me sulking, and Maddox snorted.

“Or you leave her alone like she wants. You run the risk of chasing her away again if you get too pushy.”

I blew out a breath and put my phone on the table, scrubbing my hands over my face. “Why is this so difficult?”

“It’s not,” Beckett scoffed, my eyes landing on her to find my phone in her hand as she typed.

“What the fuck are you doing?” I asked in a panic, not wanting her to fuck everything up. Maddox was right, I needed to leave Raven alone until she came to me.

Beckett slid the phone towards me, rolling her eyes. “You’re welcome.”

I grabbed it and read the message she sent, my panic washing away to see Raven had already replied.

Logan: Hey. You busy today?

Raven: I’m thinking about checking out the community center progress. Want to come with?

“She wants to hang out,” I said with relief, and Beckett chuckled.

“Of course she does. She’s mad, but she doesn’t hate you. I want you out of my house, so go and play nice with your bestie so you can move back in with her.”

I took zero offense to that. Having me here was definitely getting in the way of their sexcapades.

Logan: Tell me what time and I can come and pick you up.

She replied almost instantly.

Raven: Zav and Ander have already left for the day, so I’m ready now if you are.

“Gotta go,” I said quickly as I stood, pulling my keys from my pocket, hearing Beckett muttering about getting naked the second I left.

I was in the car and on the road before remembering to reply to Raven, sending her a quick on my way message so I didn’t surprise her. I probably looked desperate for showing up so damn fast, but I didn’t care.

She was waiting outside for me when I pulled up out front, and I glared at her when she climbed in. “Why were you outside alone? Someone could’ve?—”

“Someone could’ve broken in and taken me just as easily,” she cut in without missing a beat, apparently prepared for the argument. “Besides, I only just stepped outside when I heard your car.”

“Sorry, I just worry,” I mumbled, hoping I wasn’t already fucking it up, but when I looked at her, she was smiling slightly.

“Yeah, I know. So, have you been to the community center yet? Diesel showed me and Zav around the day—” Her voice faded, and I didn’t mean to, but I reached over to give her thigh a gentle squeeze.

“I haven’t, no. Beckett told me you’ve been helping Diesel figure out what the Heights needs though.”

I tried to act casual when she took my hand, keeping my eyes on the road ahead as she spoke. “They’re doing some really good things, Logan. They’re giving everyone a chance, that’s all people have ever needed.”

“I’m thinking of seeing if they need volunteers to help out,” I admitted, her hand tightening in mine.

“Yeah?”

“My resume isn’t exactly screaming employable. I figured maybe helping out would look good, and it means I get to help the kids in the area that don’t have anyone. We were lucky, we all had each other, but some of these kids have it really rough on their own. I hate that.”

She noticed she was holding my hand and pulled away, but her voice was happy. “That’s really sweet. The kids would like it too, you’re easy to talk to and you understand their issues because you lived them.”

It was on the tip of my tongue to tell her about Mom, but I didn’t want to kill the mood. I rarely spoke about her, but last night’s phone call played on repeat in my head in the silent car.

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