His jaw clenched.
“And I’m also assuming you aren’t very happy with me right now.”
His nostrils flared. I’d take that as agreement.
“But even if that’s true,” I said, holding his terrifying gaze as steadily as possible, “I have no way of getting in touch with her, and I’m hoping you’ll help me with that.”
His eyes narrowed dangerously, and behind me, Marty shifted uncomfortably.
“Her?” he spoke slowly. “By her, you mean my little sister? The one you slept with after I told you to stay away from her?”
“Yes.” I lifted my chin a fraction. “That’s who I’m talking about.”
The line of his mouth flattened.
“Logan,” I told him, hands raised by my sides, “I can find another way to reach her if you won’t help me.”
He tilted his head. “Do you think that’s the best angle to take when you’re trying to convince me this is a good idea?”
“I’m being honest because I respect you enough not to lie to you.”
One eyebrow rose on his forehead, slowly, incredulously. I felt my face flush hot, because disbelief radiated off him in strong pulses.
“Your sister is important to me. It … it took me a while to realize just how much.” I swallowed roughly. “And I could stand here all day trying to convince you of that, but no offense, I won’t admit anything to you that I haven’t said to her first.”
His face went slack with understanding.
I fell in love with Molly, and now he knew it.
Slowly, Logan unfolded his arms, his gaze searching my face for … something. Proof. I wasn’t sure. Then he ran a weary hand down his face and nodded. “I’ll help you. Just tell me what you need.”
I glanced back at Marty, who was grinning behind the camera. “Right now, I just need a little time to pull something together.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Molly
When I left, I knew I could've gone home to my apartment with Isabel. But the only thing that waited for me there was the temptation of day drinking and the inevitable crying into my pillow.
So I kept true to my word and drove straight from the Wolves facility to Paige and Logan's house about thirty minutes away. The neighborhood had tall, mature trees and shrubs, and the houses were set back off the road. They were big but not obnoxious. And selfishly, especially at moments like this, when I felt my most vulnerable, I wanted to return to the place that felt like home.
And nothing felt more like home to me than here.
I parked my car behind Paige's and ascended the concrete steps to the solid oak door, opening and closing it quickly since it had started to rain on my drive.
"Back here," Paige called from the kitchen. I smelled garlic and carbs, and instantly applauded my decision to come here.
Emmett skidded around the corner, knocking into me with an oof. His skinny arms wrapped around me in a hug, and I leaned down to kiss the top of his head.
"Hey, bud. No school today?"
"Nope. Mom said you needed the tightest hug ever."
My throat pinched. "I do. Thank you."
He set his chin on my stomach and looked up at me with huge eyes. "Can you help me with my math homework? You're good at it, and Mom said she doesn't do that bullshit."
"Traitor," Paige yelled over the sound of my laughter. "And that's a buck in the swear jar, you little potty mouth."
"It's not swearing if I'm repeating something you said."
"Ooh, get her with logic," I whispered. "I approve."
He grinned. "Is that a yes?"
I rubbed his back. "I'll tell you what, you give me thirty minutes of girl time—no interruptions—and then I'll help you."
"Deal!" He ran off, feet pounding up the stairs toward his room.
Paige leaned her shoulder against the wall by the kitchen and gave me a small smile. Her red hair was braided over her shoulder, and as usual, she looked so beautiful, it was hard to stare for too long. That was the problem with having a former supermodel for your surrogate mom. "How's my girl?"
I shrugged. "I don't know."
She held open her arms, and I walked into them without further encouragement. Paige sighed, running her hands down my hair. "Tell me what you need from me because sometimes I take my violent, angry support too far, and I'm told by parties that shall not be named that it's not always the most helpful thing I can do."
I smiled, burying my face in her shoulder. "Logan said that?"