Page 29 of Shattered By the Currents
She lifted a brow. “Everyone’s been dropping out of every activity I run. Even Sunday yoga, which is usually popular, is down to less than six people. I swear Lottie’s organized some sort of crusade against me. At this rate, I might actually have to cancel the paint-and-sip.”
“I’ll come.”
Her brows shot up. “You will?”
He chuckled. “Yeah. That surprise you?”
“You don’t have to do that.”
“I want to. I’ll drag the guys along too. Maybe even let our ‘fans’ know, so they can join.”
For a moment, she was silent. “You’d do that for me?”
“Yes.” No hesitation.
“Oh. Um. Thank you. I mean, only if you’re free and you want to.”
“I do.” For more time with her, he’d become Michel-fucking-angelo.
She nibbled her bottom lip. “Okay. Thanks again. I’ll send you the link for tickets. And thank you for helping me with the cut too.”
His gaze returned to her head, that familiar unease settling back at the memory of what he’d seen in her office. “You have my number, Raven. You need help withanything, you call.”
She nodded.
Raven was on his mind the entire way to the old firehouse. The entire damn drive. The blanket. The toothbrush. All of it.
Why was she sleeping at the community center? Had something happened to her apartment?
He wanted to help. Offer her a place to stay.Something.
But he’d learned the hard way that a person had towantto be saved.
He pulled into base, but before climbing from his truck, he hit Polly’s number on his screen.
She answered on the second ring. “Hey! This is a nice surprise. You don’t grace me with your calls very often.”
“I have a question about the apartment over your garage.”
“Sorry, big guy, that space is far too small for you. You’d barely fit your shoulders in there. Hell, Joel’sheadbarely scrapes through.”
His lips twitched. “Not for me.”
“Oh. Who?”
“Raven.”
“Raven needs a place to live?”
“Possibly. I’m not sure of her exact circumstances. I’m also not sure she can pay much.”
Polly scoffed. “That woman saved my life—she gets free rent for life.”
“Okay, thanks. Also, are you free tomorrow night?”
“Connor, you’re great and all, but you ask me on a date and Joel will have questions, a shovel, and likely a pre-dug hole.”
He laughed. “Not a date.”
