Page 54 of Until Tomorrow
Eva
“I’mnotsorry.”
The words came out of him with such confidence. And that shrug. Who shrugged like that after knocking someone out?
There’d been a moment—a ridiculously long moment—where the rest of the bar didn’t exist as he stared at me with the most intense gray eyes I’d ever seen. Dark hair spilled out from under a backward baseball cap while tattoos coiled up his arms and neck and hands, peeling out from his black shirt.No doubt he had more hidden.And the piercings. There were so many. A small hoop in his nose, a bar with a spike through one ear that complemented three more spikes along the curve, some kind of wrap-around chain in one ear, simple studs in both, and a barbell through his left brow.Just how many piercings did he need?The scruff on his face almost hid his smirk as he glanced down at my date.
Right. My date.
Moment gone.
I couldn’t get him out of my head. I should’ve—he knocked my date out for God’s sake, even if the asshole did deserve it. But here I stood, two hours later, outside the police station as I worked up the nerve to call Logan for help. Nathan was determined to press assault charges against the guy. It was clear as he sat in a holding cell waiting for a public defender that my tattooed knight didn’t have the means to defend himself against the likes of Nathan Whittaker.
Logan could.Maybe.
Which was why I made myself call him and hoped with every fiber of my being that my husband would answer.
“Hello?” The loud chatter in the background was surprising. “Eva… shit. Hold on. Let me step outside.”
“No, no,” I said quickly. “If you found something—”
“I always have time for you, honey,” Logan interrupted as the background noise faded out. “I met Elliot for a drink, and his hookup bailed for the night, so we’ve been hanging out.”
“Oh.”Well, crap.I chewed on my lower lip. It’d been a while since the two hung out. Maybe I could find another lawyer instead. “You know what? Don’t worry about it.”
“Eva, I always have time for you,” he replied.
“Would you be willing to help me bail someone out?” I rushed to ask. The silence that followed was deafening. Time ticked by as I waited for him to respond.
“Are we bailing your date out?”
“The guy who knocked out my date and broke his nose.”
“And that’s who you want me to help you to bail out?” Logan asked carefully.
“Yes,” I whispered. More silence. I knew how stupid this request was. “If it helps, he deserved it—my date, not the guy in jail. My date… oh, Logan, if this guy hadn’t punched him, I was going to.”
“What the hell did he do?” he demanded. I felt horrible. This was the biggest worry Logan had about me dating and meeting people. He worried about how I’d be treated.
“He expected me to sleep with him, and when I told him no, he told me in not-so-many words that women my size can’t be picky. That I should be grateful a guy like him would offer to have sex with a woman my size,” I snapped. Just saying the words had me fuming. When didmy sizebecome too big? I had curves and soft spots, but I was beautiful exactly the way I was.Stupid fucking man.
Logan’s quiet spoke volumes. My husband was sweet, but there was a part of him that truly was fiercely protective.
“Text me where the police station is,” he said. “Thankfully, I haven’t had anything to drink, so I’ll be fine to drive. I need to get Elliot home, but I’ll be there.”
“Thank you.”
“He’ll be lucky I don’t lay him out myself.”
“Before you do that, will you make sure I have the numbers of two good lawyers then?” I asked. “There’s no way I’m getting both of you out all by myself.”
“I have other ways of handling your date, Eva,” he replied. Oddly ominous but rather sweet. “Just let me take care of everything.”
He hung up before I could say anything else.
I wasn’t sure what my husband’s plan forOperation Get Rhett Carson Out Of Jailwas, but he had one. Unfortunately, I was left sitting outside while I waited for Logan to figure everything out.
Rhett Mason Carson.Mechanic. Small-time musician. Professional sculptor. Man with serious anger issues.
