Never Look Back (Redemption Hills 3)

The barista laughed while she eyed Logan over the counter. “It does sound like a sad, sorry state of affairs.”

I might have wanted to stab her in the eye if it weren’t for the fact that I was still getting pummeled by swells of relief brought on by the details this conversation had brought to light.

Logan wasn’t married.

Wasn’t tied.

And I was the stupid, stupid girl who wondered if he’d never moved on.

SIX

LOGAN

“We’ll see you tonight, yeah?”Trent pressed like he thought I was going to swindle my way out of tonight’s duties as he helped Gage into the backseat of his white Porsche Panamera.

The kiddie wagon.

It cracked me up he drove it half the time considering my oldest brother was the scariest motherfucker I knew.

Covered in tats. Deathly quiet. Sight of him caused grown men to stop in their tracks.

Old MC before he’d left that life behind. Now, he ran Absolution, a club across town.

But I doubted much you could fully purify your blood of those kinds of metals.

Oil and leather and perversion ran through our veins.

Ruthless depravity.

Mine flowed differently, though.

Greed the fix my body craved.

It was funny that I hadn’t given a shit about any of that until having it had become something I needed to prove.

“Dude, come on, have you ever known me to miss a good time?” I grinned.

Trent all but rolled his black eyes. “Yeah, man, I’m sure spending a Saturday night at a kids’ dance performance is exactly what you had in mind.”

I pressed my hand to my heart, all dramatic like. “Trent, you wound me. You know my niece and nephew are my world. Isn’t that right, Gage?” I shouted it a little louder to get Gage in on the antics.

“That’s right, Uncle. Families got to stay together, no matter what,” he hollered back from where he was strapped in his seat, kid cute as fuck as he kicked his little feet.

“See?” I drew that one out.

Trent grunted. “Sure, sure.”

The truth was, Gage was my life. He was the one who’d given me a reason to move. To put one foot in front of the other. A purpose when Trent had needed me to have his back, to stand in and help him raise his son when he and Jud were trying to get their new businesses here in Redemption Hills off the ground.

Holding him for the first time on the day he was born? I could still distinctly remember that moment.

The way it’d felt.

The way something had thawed.

Cracked.

And I’d smiled for the first time in six months.