I nearly jumped out of my skin when the back gate clanged open interrupting us. Deck’s hand dropped, and he put his hand on the small of my back.
“No screwing chicks in the alleyway, Deck. Fuck, thought you were over that teenage shit.” I turned around, and the guy’s eyes rose with recognition. “Oh shit, you’re Emily. Finally I get to meet the hottie Sculpt’s been pining over.” I couldn’t imagine Logan pinning for anything. “I’m Crisis.”
Oh, the band’s guitarist. His blond curls blew in the cool summer breeze while his eyes danced with mischief. His blue eyes drooped in the outer corners, and his soft features made him look cute. He also had a killer smile.
“Deck giving you trouble? ’Cause I’m capable of kicking his ass.”
“I doubt it,” I whispered, but he heard me. Crisis looked lean and agile, but Deck was taller and had more bulk.
Crisis put his hand to his chest and staggered backward. “Ohhh, wounded.”
Deck shook his head back and forth then urged me ahead of him into the backyard. My head was still spinning, and I couldn’t get a handle on what Deck had told me. What was Logan hiding? Obviously, Deck thought it was important enough to push the issue.
The small backyard had a patio table and chairs with a gaudy orange, yellow and purple umbrella, a BBQ and a rock garden along the edge of the back fence. Georgie called it her postage stamp backyard, but for the city it was a good size.
When Georgie saw me, she squealed and ran over and hugged me. “Hey, Eme.” She lowered her voice. “Oh my God, you should’ve seen Ream and Kat last night. Talk about a chemistry experiment gone wrong.”
I raised my brows. Wow. Kat hadn’t mentioned anything.
“Come meet Raven.” Georgie pulled me to a girl sitting at the table with an untouched orange juice in front of her. From behind she looked frail, thin shoulders slouched forward as if she was trying to hide, and her hair hung in waves down her back. “Raven, this is Emily.”
Raven lifted her head and our gazes locked.
I gasped. It was her. Kai’s girl. That vacant look was something I’d never forget. I stood staring, and then I stared some more until Georgie nudged me, and I held out my hand.
“Hi, ah, Raven. Nice to meet you.” I wasn’t certain what to say really. I was so shocked the girl was here that I fumbled over my words.
The girl shook my hand, if you could call it a shake. It was more like she touched my hand. By the way her eyes widened, I knew she recognized me too.
I glanced over at Deck. He gave a subtle nod, and that’s when I knew. He had gotten her out. Had Logan asked him to? When had it gone down? It had been two years since I’d seen her.
The screen door slammed, and Raven jumped. By the way she looked and reacted, my guess was she hadn’t been rescued for very long. It was also bizarre she was here instead of with her family and friends.
Georgie’s mom Karen came out and smiled when she saw me. I met Karen when I started working at Georgie’s coffee shop a couple months before I met Logan. “Sweetie. Come give me a hug. We never see you anymore since you moved out to the farm.” She squished me to her bosom then kissed my forehead. She lowered her voice and whispered in my ear. “You look better, sweetie. But still tired. You getting enough sleep? Do you need anything?”
Georgie’s mom was the closest I had to a mother, and I suspected Georgie had told her about my mom being a bitch and thankfully out of my life.
“Deck,” she yelled, “get Emily a drink.” She lowered her voice. “Men these days, all macho and no gallantry. What happened to the James Stewarts of the world.” Karen was into classic movies.
I wasn’t going to tell her that Deck was better than James. All sweet was out; hot and scary with a teaspoon of sweet was in. Deck had that. Damn, Logan had that.
Deck poured me a glass of orange juice, passed it to me then slid into the seat across from Raven. She looked ready to bolt at the sight of him, although I noticed her eyes never directly looked at him. Instead, she kept her head down and her hands on the edge of the chair as if ready to push off and run at any second.
Deck sighed then glanced over Raven’s head to Georgie. Georgie put her hand on Raven’s forearm and crouched down quietly talking to her.
“Hey, Emily. I’m Ream.” Oh wow. No wonder Kat didn’t want to come today. Ream was here, and he was super-hot. He sat beside Deck, legs outstretched, hand casually turning his—beer.
I remembered Logan telling me that Ream and Crisis had been friends with Deck and Georgie before they even hooked up with Logan and Kite.
Ream looked at Deck. “Sculpt coming by?”
He nodded.
Deck glanced at me, eyes narrowed and his face pensive. Damn, the guy could send a girl to her knees with that look—except Georgie. I took a sip of my juice. When I glanced back at Deck he was still watching me.
I shifted uncomfortably in my chair.
Raven shifted uncomfortably in her chair.
Karen broke the silence. “Deck, you ask my daughter out yet?” That unhinged the stare, and he looked at Karen and there was a hint of a smile on her face.
Crisis opened the barbecue lid and checked the bacon. “So what the shit, Emily? Where were you last night?”
“Cussing in front of the girls. No gallantry. If Georgie’s father were here right now, he’d cuff you to the bumper of his car and drag you ten miles.”
“Fuck, I love your mom, Georgie,” Crisis said.