Never Let Me Go: Part 2 Read Online Free Page B

waiting by the door, an impatient look on her face. Gone was the sadness from the night before, and in its place was anger. I was ill equipped to deal with either.
    The drive was awkward, neither of us knew how to be around each other at the moment.
    “Will I see you tonight?” I asked when we pulled up to her building.
    “I don’t know. Depends on how my day goes. I wouldn’t count on it. I’ve got a ton of work to do.” She was very noncommittal, very me. Our roles had reversed at some point in the night. I was the needy one, greedy for her time and attention.
    “I’ll call you tonight. I’m going to be looking at apartments and office locations today. I’d like you to come, but I understand you have a lot on your plate.”
    She moved to get out, and I snagged her arm before she was out of reach. I crushed my lips against hers, wanting her to remember this, remember us, all day long. “I’ll call you. Have a good day, Kitten.”
    She smiled weakly and slid out of the car. I watched as she disappeared into the building.
    Before the car left the curb, the other door opened and two women slid into the seat across from me. Faith I knew, the other I assumed was Hope; she had the DeLeo eyes.
    “Faith, what can I do for you?” I was tired, and I didn’t want to have a heart to heart with the women sitting across from me.
    “We’re going to breakfast. We have a lot to discuss. This is Hope, by the way. If you have any shot at keeping Grace, she needs to be in your corner. You have the morning to plead your case.”
    Hope studied me from across the car, her mocha eyes calculating. “Tell me about yourself, Logan.” She crossed her arms.
    “Think of this as a job interview,” Faith chimed in, a grin on her face.
    “What do you want to know?”
    “How many serious relationships have you been in?” She looked me square in the eyes.
    “One, two counting your sister.”
    “How old are you?” She cocked her head to the side.
    “Thirty-five.”
    “And you’ve only had one serious relationship?” she shot back.
    “Never really wanted one. I like things simple. Relationships aren’t simple, they’re work.” I shrugged.
    “Why Grace? What does she have that the rest didn’t?” Faith asked.
    “You want to know why? I’ll tell you. She challenges me, makes me laugh, she’s everything I never knew I wanted until I met her. There was always something missing, something I was looking for. She was it. Once I saw her in the bar, heard her laugh, tasted her lips, it was over for me.”
    “You were right.” Hope grinned and shoulder bumped her sister.
    “Did I pass?” I smiled hopefully.
    “Too soon to tell.” Hope chewed her lower lip, a habit Grace had.
    We pulled up in front of whatever restaurant they had chosen. It looked like a family run diner. I looked up at the sign and groaned. It read DeLeo’s.
    “You aren’t pulling any punches, are you?” I said wryly.
    “Nope. You coming?” Hope held the door open and waited on the sidewalk.
    “Wouldn’t miss this for the world.” I squared my shoulders and prepared to enter the lion’s den.
    I followed the women inside, the place had a comfortable homey feel that made you instantly like it.
    “Mom, you around?” Faith called.
    “In the back.”
    We followed the sound of her voice and found her in the small office by the kitchen.
    “And who might you be?” She eyed me with interest.
    “Logan McFadden.” I held out my hand.
    “Love DeLeo, good to meet you. Are you the Logan my Grace is always talking about?”
    I smiled. “That would be me.” I could see where Grace and her sisters got their looks from. Love DeLeo was beautiful, tall and thin like Faith, but with many of the same features as Grace.
    “Come on. Let’s get some food, and we can talk.”
    Instead of the dining room, we ate in the kitchen. I tried to be calm, but it wasn’t going to happen. The DeLeo women were a force to be reckoned with.
    “How did you screw this up