Never Let Me Go: Part 2 by Jessica Gibson Read Free Book Online Page A

glad you’ve found your white knight, the one who will slay dragons for you.”
    “God, Logan, way to make a pregnant woman cry. I’m happy things ended up this way. We always get to keep each other now. If we had tried it the other way, and I mean given it a real try, we would have lost each other. This is better. “
    We hung up after she extracted a promise for me and Grace to be there a few days before the wedding.  Work was a lost cause, so I went back to my lonely apartment.
    I had made plans to take Grace out dancing, the dress I had bought for her was hanging in the garment bag in my hall closet. Oh well, another night.
    I ordered dinner and sat down in front of the TV. So this is what being in a relationship felt like? Wanting the other person with you all the time. I wasn’t happy unless she was happy. And she for sure wasn’t happy right now. I wished so bad I could fix everything and make it all right for them.
    I wasn’t totally sure when it had happened, but Grace was in my heart. Hell, she was my heart. I needed her like I needed air. I went to bed early, missing the girl who should be cuddled up with me.
     

 
     
     
    HOPE’S PHONE WAS RINGING, BUT she was in my room asleep. I grabbed it and saw that it was John. I debated on whether I should answer and anger won out.
    “It’s Grace. Hope’s asleep.”
    He sighed into the phone. “I don’t suppose me saying how sorry I am will make you hate me any less?”
    “No, it won’t. Why did you call? What could you say that she would want to hear?”
    “I just. I don’t know Grace. I’m losing my mind over here.”
    “Good. How could you let me hug you today? Knowing what I would find when I got upstairs. How could you do that to me?” I said softly.
    “You’re my family, Grace. No matter what, I love you and your sisters. Don’t you think I needed to feel loved, even if only for that one second before you found out?”
    “I honestly don’t care that you’re hurting. I want to hate you so much.” I did want to hate him. For hurting my sister and destroying the life they had made with each other. But love doesn’t turn to hate in an instant. I had known him and loved him for too many years to hate him. I was so angry with him, though.
    “I met your guy today,” he said in a soft voice.
    “Logan? Where?” I was shocked.
    “He came to see me. We had a little chat, and he broke my nose.” He didn’t sound at all angry.
    “He broke your nose?”
    “I had it coming, don’t you think?”
    I hung up. I didn’t need to hear anything else.
    “Faith?” I called softly.
    She poked her head out of her room.
    “I need to go. I’ll be back tomorrow probably.”
    “Who was that on the phone?” she questioned.
    “John.”
    “You’re going to see him?”
    “No, Logan.” I didn’t stop to listen to her questions, just grabbed my purse and keys and ran out of the door.
    I couldn’t drive fast enough. Every red light was torture. Luckily, he lived close.
    I banged on his door, waiting impatiently for him to open it.
    “Grace?” he said sleepily. I took in his bare chest and pajama pants. “What’s wrong?”
    “Nothing’s wrong, baby. Everything is finally right.” I launched myself into his arms and kissed him with everything I had in me.
    He carried me back into the apartment and never broke the kiss. His hands snaking up my shirt to cup my breast.
    I dragged my lips away from his long enough to bite into the hollow of his throat. I stopped thinking and just let myself feel.
    We ended up in his room on the bed. My shirt halfway off, covering my nose and eyes, just enough for him to nibble at my skin.
    I tried to touch him, but he smacked my hands away. “This is for me, Kitten. I’ve been torn up all day, in knots. I hated today. Every second I wasn’t with you was torture.”
    He pressed scorching kisses down my stomach to the waistband of my jeans. I squirmed on the bed.
    He slowly undid the button and dragged the zipper