We pulled back from the kiss. “Tonight,” he promised.
Anticipation zinged through me. “Can I be loud?”
His eyes flared with heat. “When Maia goes to sleep I’ll come over.”
“Logan!” Shannon sounded more frantic.
“We better get out there.”
Shannon and Cole were in the sitting room, and Cole gave us a knowing look when we appeared. I rolled my eyes at him and he grinned. His fiancée, on the other hand, flew at her brother, much like Maia had done earlier.
Logan hugged Shannon tight, whispering soothing words to her. She pulled back, swiping at her tears. “You had me so worried.” She punched him on the chest and walked back to Cole, burrowing into his side.
“I just had to walk it off,” Logan told her. “Sorry for worrying you.”
“Okay, I’m just jumping right into this,” Cole said. “This guy wants to meet with Shannon to apologize – that’s what his letter said. Well, we’re going to let him.”
“Are you out of your bloody mind!” I beat Logan to the punch.
Everyone stared at me in shock.
“Well?” I huffed, crossing my arms over my chest.
Cole raised an eyebrow at Logan. “So much for the quiet type.”
Logan smirked, a wicked glint in his eyes. “Oh, she knows when to yell at the appropriate times.”
Cole snorted while Shannon gagged.
“Can we get back to the matter at hand?” I said, gesturing to Cole. “You can’t seriously think it’s a good idea to put Shannon in that position.”
“I can speak for myself,” Shannon said, not unkindly. “Look, I don’t want to meet with him. I don’t want his apology. I’m not looking for closure from him. At. All. That’s his crap and he’s not forcing it on me. But Cole doesn’t think ignoring him will work.”
“Agreed,” Logan grunted.
Cole held up his hands as if assuring me. “We just pretend that Shannon’s meeting him. We’ll make it somewhere public but open. I’m thinking the Meadows. And instead of Shannon he gets me, Braden, Cam, Nate, and Adam.”
“What about me?” Logan’s jaw clenched.
“No.” Shannon shook her head. “The guys are only going to warn him off. There will be no violence… just a warning. Logan, he took two years of your life. You have no way of knowing how you will react to that.”
“I’m going,” he said. “I want to face that fucker, and I want him to know I’m still here. I won’t do anything but —”
“You don’t know that,” Shannon argued.
“See that,” he snapped, pointing to the laptop on his coffee table. “That belongs to my daughter, my daughter who is right now next door waiting on me, just like she’s been waiting on me her whole life. And this.” He grabbed my hand and held it against his chest. “I’ve been waiting on this my whole life. I am not going to jeopardize either of those relationships for that sniveling little fucker. But I am going to look him in the eye and he is going to know that he didn’t beat me.”
Shannon’s lips trembled, but there was a light in her eyes, a light that I saw more and more in Logan’s lately. She nodded and then covered her mouth to try to stifle a sob.
“Shannon?” Logan stepped forward, looking confused.
“You’re okay,” she sobbed out. “You’re okay.”
And that’s when I saw realization dawn on Logan’s face, and before Cole could get to her, her brother pulled her into his arms and held her while she cried.
I stared at Cole, somewhat confused. In answer he walked toward me and put a hand on my shoulder, gently guiding me out of the room and out of the flat.
“What’s going on?” I said once we were on the landing.
Cole’s eyes were bright with emotion as he stared down at me. “You have no idea,” he said hoarsely, “how much guilt my girl is carrying over what happened to Logan. As much as he’s told her over and over again that it wasn’t her fault, she couldn’t let it go.” He smiled at me – his love and his relief for her in his eyes. “I think this means she’s letting it go.”
The door opened and Maia stepped out of my flat. “Is everything all right? I heard yelling earlier.”
“That was Grace.” Cole shoved me playfully. “Can’t shut this one up.”
I grimaced at him. “You’re funny.”
“I am delightful,” he responded, and then grinned at Maia, who blushed. That only made Cole grin harder.
I shoved him for teasing her. “Grow up.”
“Never.” He shook his head and stared at Logan’s flat door again. “How long should we give them?”
“Give who? What’s going on?” Maia said.
“Shannon and Logan,” I replied, heading toward my door. “Let’s go in and have a cup of tea.” I glanced back once last time at next door, feeling the beginnings of something I hadn’t felt in a long time. Contentment. There was still a ways to go to getting there, but it didn’t seem so far out of reach anymore. I smiled as I stepped inside. “They’ll come get us when they’re ready.”
CHAP TER 27
I timed my confrontation with my father perfectly.
By that I mean I did it at the same time as the guys were going to confront Shannon’s ex. I couldn’t bear the idea of pacing back and forth in my flat, waiting for Logan to return and tell me everything was going to be all right, so I decided I’d distract myself with the emotional nuclear weapon that was my father.
Maia, who now knew about my father ’s visit and Logan and the guys’ decision to meet with Ollie, assured me she’d be fine keeping Shannon company. It might have seemed like bad parenting to let her in the loop, but she was bright; she knew these upsetting things were happening, and it was just making her feel worse not knowing the details.
This was Maia.
As much as I hated the reasons why, she was mature enough to handle it. And honestly, she was a wonderful solace to Shannon.
I left Maia with her aunt at her flat and then I jumped in a cab.
The driver dropped me off outside the Balmoral Hotel. The huge building loomed over me, intimidating me, taunting me.
I had the concierge ring up to his room, and they sent a hotel staff member to take me to his suite.
Of course it was the best suite in the hoteclass="underline" the Royal Suite.
I was led inside the foyer of the suite and left there.
“Hello?” I called out.
“Oh, you’re here. Come in.”
I followed his voice into a large sitting room. The Balmoral Hotel was a period property with the massively high ceilings and grand architecture of the Victorian era. The focal point of the room was a beautiful fireplace that Gabriel had crackling despite the warmth of the summer air outside.
I had been hot with nerves before. Now I was practically melting.
“Sit.” He gestured to the armchair across from him. It was a nineteenth-century reproduction Louis XV chair, and I was almost afraid to sit on it. As per usual, nothing but the very best for Gabriel Bentley.
Once I was seated, he smiled. I could see immediately that he thought he’d won. “May I offer you a drink?”
“No, thank you.” I sucked in a huge breath and exhaled slowly. “I’m here to tell you to go back to London. Without me.”
His smile immediately died, his brown eyes darkening to black. “You can’t be serious.”
“I’m very serious.”
“Your mother has cancer, for Christ’s sake!”
I winced at the reminder. “Yes. But I had to ask myself what was harder to live with – the guilt that I’d feel not going to see her, or the venom that would reenter my life by allowing her back into it. By allowing you all back into it.”
He scoffed. “Such drama.”
“No, Gabriel,” I said, my use of his name cementing my coming point. He flinched. “You are not my family anymore. You stopped being my family a long time ago… if you ever really were.”
“Forgiveness is divine,” he reminded me.
“Yes, it is.” I stood up, letting all the anger and hurt and rejection flow out of me, and for the first time it was directed at one of the people who deserved it. “And what am I to forgive? Your complete and utter neglect? How you were never there so you never saw how she treated me? Her constant criticism and insults? How she tore me apart from the moment I could walk? I’m to forgive this. But not for you. I will forgive it all for me. For my sake.”