Always The Hero (Plot Twist, I'm Pregnant 2) - Page 13

“I have no idea, Haden. She has a scar on the back of her head; I’d assume it had something to do with that.”

“You could call the cops. She assaulted you,” Haden pointed out. “Pretty badly too.”

I rolled my eyes; a bit insulted that he would ever think I’d do that to a woman, especially a woman who felt like she needed to protect herself. “No, I’d never do that. Plus, who are they going to believe? I’d just get myself in trouble. I don’t want to do that anyway. I have a feeling she doesn’t do well around people.”

“Why do you care?”

That was the big question. I didn’t know why I cared, but all I knew was that I had to find her and make sure she was safe. I had to see her again, but how? What if she didn’t come back. “I care because it’s the right thing to do.”

“So it has nothing to do with the fact that she’s a pretty girl?” he asked, nudging my shoulder.

Everyone who said they weren’t interested in someone and believed it had nothing to do with looks, were liars. The first thing people noticed about others were their looks and if they were attractive. Abigail had everything I loved about a woman— long brown hair, brown eyes, plush looking lips— but it was what on the inside that made my curiosity peak.

She was different from any woman I had ever met. I wanted to be the person she could count on because I had a feeling she hadn’t met anyone that she could yet. I wanted to get underneath the surface and figure out what made her, her.

The ice melted and the plastic bag held nothing but water now. I place it on the floor along with her bag. What would she do? This was all she had. “Sure, she’s pretty, but I want to get to know her better. Think she will come back for her stuff?”

“I know homeless people are pretty attached to their belongings. I’d bet she’d come back. I don’t know when, but probably when she thinks you aren’t here.”

“Oh, I’ll be here,” I said with determination, and the next time I saw her, I’d make sure that it would be the last time she ever had to worry about needing a place to stay because she’d be with me now. If that was the case, I really needed to get this house together and soon, but if she was going to come back for her things, the crew couldn’t be here.

If I wanted, I could get the bedroom ready. It was almost done anyway, it only needed floors, to be cleaned, and a bed. For food, I could get a mini-fridge, a microwave, and a tv. Making her feel comfortable was the most important thing.

“Well, not that I don’t want you to be happy, Logan, but what are you doing to do with a woman who is homeless? I mean, what kind of future could you ever have with someone like her? Aren’t you in love with Maria?”

So much about that sentenced pissed me off. If half my face didn’t feel like it was on fire, I would have tackled him to the ground. I found every single word insulting. Just because people are down on their luck and found themselves homeless, didn’t mean they didn’t have anything to contribute to the world. And Maria, Jesus Christ, I was sick of hearing about Maria. It was something that was never going to go away unless I moved on to someone else.

Maria and I had never been physical. We had never kissed, held hands, hugged, had sex, or whatever else. Would it be easy to give into it? Yes, but would it be good for me? No.

“I’m going to pretend you didn’t just say that because you sounded like a real asshole, and since I’ve gotten to know you, I think you’re a good guy. Maria is able to date whoever she wants. I’m not in love with her. For a while, I was in lust with her, but love? No. She has that with Cortez, and I want that, I just don’t want it with her.” Saying the words out loud to someone made me feel better. I only ever said the truth in my head before.

“Damn, I never thought I’d see the day where Logan would stop being obsessed with Maria.”

“I was never obsessed with her. If anything, she was obsessed with me, and if I didn’t know any better, she still is. She gets too close, and I know if I was Cortez, I would want to kill me.”

Haden patted my leg and stood up; he was so tall, his head almost touched the ceiling. “I’m sure it is nothing. I wouldn’t worry about it if I were you. Maria is…” If I wasn’t mistaken, his lips twitched with a smile from her name. “Maria is different. She’s a handful, a little mix of wild and confusion. What man wouldn’t like that?” he asked as if his answer was obvious.

I raised my hand over my head and pushed myself up to a standing position. “I don’t like it. Are you going to help me find Abigail or not?” I wanted to change the subject. Maria always found her way into my conversations with everyone, and I was tired of it. My life was more than her, especially when I had nothing to do with her life. How the hell did she make her way into mine?

“Abigail? The homeless girl?” Haden asked. “I didn’t mean to insult you. I’m sorry about that. I really want to help her; it was why I gave her my card. I was still a little judgmental, and I don’t know her story, so I apologize.” He held out his hand, and without hesitation, I shook it, not giving it another thought.

“I appreciate it.” I wanted to look for her right now. I’d look all night if I had to, but for all I knew, she was waiting in the bushes to see if I’d leave so she could get her stuff. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Godrick can draw.”

I rolled up her blankets and stuffed them in her bag. “Okay?” I wasn’t too sure where he was going with this.

“I’m saying, Godrick can draw. Tell him what she looks like, and then we can put up a Missing Person’s flyer and maybe notify the police. We put your name and address on it—”

“I don’t have my own place. I mean, I want this house, but it is only half ready. “

“So? It’s just an idea, come on. Take her stuff too.”

“Why?” I asked. “She is going to need it.” I worried about her enough out there on her own, and now she didn’t have any of the things that brought her comfort.

“Because once she has that, she is going to be traveling and you might not ever see her again. Keep the bag, Logan. You’ll be glad that you did. Now, let’s get to Godrick, and he can draw her while Lucy bitches at you for hanging out with someone you don’t know.”

I groaned, dreading that conversation. She was going to rip me a new asshole while poking at my cheek just because she could. “My head already hurts,” I told him, swinging the bag over my shoulder. Lucy was going to fuss and raise hell. “Maybe I should lie and say I fell. I don’t want Lucy to have a bad impression of Abigail. The only person that really understands the entire situation is me.”

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