Indestructible by Angela Graham
“She already told you,” I guessed.
He peered back. “No, I believe she wanted to wait till her apartment was ready—a reason for her to show me she was capable of responsibility.”
It was true, but how did he know that? “Jax told you?’
“Sweetheart, nothing happens in my home that I’m not aware of—nothing.” His thick voice was smooth with resolve.
My brows pinched together at his assured tone. As I thought over how he could’ve known without Natasha or Jax telling him, I realized he wasn’t just looking through my closet—he was full-on inspecting my clothes.
“What are you doing?” I asked, bewildered, watching with wide eyes as he continued.
“You need something warm for this weekend,” he said matter-of-factly.
What was this weekend? Did he have something planned?
“Warm for…?”
With a beige turtleneck I’d never worn in one hand, he turned to show me a heavy wool sweater in the other. Both items had been tucked into the furthest depths of my closet.
“These will do,” he said, removing them from their hangers.
“Um, no.” My attempt to grab them from his hands was botched when he jerked them back.
“Why not? They’re very…” He looked them over appraisingly before adding, “Cute.”
“Great, but that’s not exactly what I’m going for around you.”
He smiled. “You’re cute now,” he said, watching me stuff the sweater in the bag but toss the turtleneck back into my closet, where it would remain.
“I guess that will do.” He moved behind me, brushing against my back. “I’ll be there to keep you warm if you catch a chill.”
My breath caught at his words—a living, breathing entity full of promise.
Oliver is waiting with dinner! Stay on task!
“So where exactly will I be wearing this?” I prayed it was somewhere deep in the forest with no other humans around—only animals that could appreciate warm layers.
“That’s a surprise.” He glanced at his watch, then to me. “Come on. Oliver will be complaining if I don’t get you home.”
Get me home? The sound of that brought a smile to my lips. “I am home,” I said, sauntering over to him. I dropped the final handful of clothes into the bag and zipped it shut.
“You know what I meant,” he said, placing the duffle strap on his shoulder and taking my hand.
“I do.” I smiled to myself.
The very second the front door to Logan’s house shut behind us, Oliver came stomping out from the kitchen.
“It’s cold now!” he pouted.
Logan placed my bag on the floor, chuckling lightly. “Blame Cassandra. She kept me distracted.”
I feigned innocence. “I did not. Your father got lost.”
“Lost?” Oliver questioned, his brows knitting together.
I approached him, nodding. “He sure did. Couldn’t find his way back from my house.”
Oliver debated what I was telling him for a moment, then slowly, a smile curved his lips. “Daddy needs a map! It’s not far. I know how to get there all the time.”
I followed him into the dining room, throwing a quick wink to Logan. “I think a map is exactly what he needs.”
Chapter Eleven
Regrets
Growing up an only child, I’d often dreamt of what it’d be like to have a brother, sister, and real family meal. Delighted smiles and pleasant streams of conversation about our days was how I’d painted the image, but for the first time I realized that might’ve been a skewed vision.
Dinner at Logan’s that evening was the perfect domestic image I’d craved, with Oliver reciting events from his school day and Logan’s easy smiles cast continuously my way alongside an occasional wink. Life in the West home was everything I could ever want.
That was, until lurid giggles burst into the room, followed by the piercing slap of what I assumed to be someone’s ass. The chair beside me pulled out and the redhead sat, plate in hand.
I glanced her way, annoyed that she hadn’t bothered to fix her matted hair or wipe away the mascara smeared under her eyes. Jax sat across from her beside Oliver, and the room became eerily quiet aside from Oliver’s exclamation of, “Uncle Jax!”
They filled their plates and Jax stole Oliver’s attention, telling him about some new dinosaur movie he’d picked up for them to watch. More silence followed, producing the first of many pointed scowls between Logan and Jax and awkward squirms for me.
The redhead never spoke a word. She simply ate quietly, sending flirty looks over to Jax and shifting occasionally in her seat. At one point, that shifting was followed by a disturbing smirk that spread across Jax’s face.
There is no way they’re playing just footsie under the table. I focused back on my food, occupying my mind before it wandered to what exactly they were playing.
Oliver brought a welcome distraction in the form of a discussion about whether he could have glasses like his best friend in class. Our family meal was heading back on course; my relief eased the tension that had been building in my shoulders.
Just when I thought we were in the clear, the front door slammed. We all looked up to see Julia rounding the corner into the dining room, her hands full of textbooks.
“What’s for dinner? I’ve been studying all day and skipped lunch.” She dumped the books on the counter and peeled off her gloves, coat, and hat.
“Stew,” Oliver told her, his spoon in his mouth. “I made it!”
I smiled over at him.
“Is that so?” she asked, strolling over and leaning down to kiss the top of his head. “Did anyone help you?”
“Daddy did, but he said I made it. Right, Daddy?” Oliver looked to Logan.
“You did most of the work,” Logan assured him, eyes full of pride. “I simply cut a few vegetables.”
“See? Told ya.” Oliver lifted his glass of juice and took a sip.
Julia sat at the end of the table, across from Logan. “Smells great, and looks just like Grandma makes it.” She peered up at me while spooning some stew into her bowl. “How are you feeling, Cassandra?”
“I’m good. How’s school going?” I went to grab a roll at the same time as Miss Redhead. I withdrew my hand, allowing her to take the last one.
Logan let out an irritated sigh. It wasn’t a big deal—the girl could have it—all that mattered was that my man was on edge.
One way to fix that.
I placed my hand under the table and settled it on his thigh, drawing his focus off the girl and over to me, where his irritation melted away.
“School’s school. It keeps me busy, but it’s impossible to get much studying done at the dorm.” She swallowed a spoonful, then turned to Oliver. “Perfect, buddy!”
Oliver raised his shoulders proudly as he continued his meal.
“There’s a library for that, you know,” Jax said.
“What do you know about libraries?” Julia cracked.
“Plenty.” The wicked grin he boasted said enough.
“Gross.” Julia puffed out her cheeks and let out a mock gagging sound.
“You okay?” Oliver asked, looking unsure if he should laugh at her expression or be concerned.
“That’s enough! She’s fine. Aren’t you, Julia?” Logan said, the mature voice in the room.
Julia only nodded with a grin, wriggling her nose at Oliver. He laughed, happy in his own little world. Lucky kid.
“And I’m sure you can find plenty of places to study,” Logan continued. “There’s more than enough room here anytime you need.” He threw a quick glance at me out of the corner of his eye, but I still caught it before he looked back at her, his expression as serious as before.
“During the day, anyway,” he said.
I slid my spoon back into my mouth, fighting the blush stinging my cheeks.
“Thanks, but I’m still holding out hope that my dear, sweet, generous brother will look into getting me my
That’s where Oliver gets it from!
“We’ll see,” was Logan’s only response, and it had me wondering how far into the furnishing he was at the house he was going to surprise her with over spring break. I hadn’t asked, as I’d honestly forgotten about it over the past week. I made a mental note to ask about it the next time we were alone.
Julia appeared placated by his reply. I watched her subtly, my hand tensing on Logan’s leg as she took another bite of stew before slowly training her sight on Jax’s date. I wasn’t sure ‘date’ was the correct term to use, but anything else seemed too crude even in my own head.
“So, I’m guessing you’re a friend of Jax’s?” Julia asked, disdain heavy in her words.
The girl nodded, nibbling on the bread.
“Do you have a name?” Julia prompted.
“Leave her alone,” Jax chimed in.
I hid my smile, relieved to see him defending the girl but just as surprised as Julia appeared. Her jaw actually dropped.
“Courtney,” the girl answered after a pause. She turned her head, looking back at Julia.
“Lovely name.” Julia took a drink, then lowered her glass. “So, how long have you and Jax been…” She glanced warily at Oliver, who was happily in his own world, humming to himself. “…seeing each other?”
Oh, here we go. That question could lead nowhere good.
I fidgeted in my seat, uncomfortable with the tension building around the table. I lifted my glass and chugged a mouthful of water to settle my flittering nerves, painfully aware that Courtney was sitting on the wrong side of the table at this family dinner.
“We’re just friends, nothing more,” Courtney explained, and the liquid in my mouth caught in my throat, causing me to choke.
Just friends? My hands flew to my mouth as I attempted to swallow, my lips closed tightly to keep from spitting water all over the table. All eyes were on me, which didn’t help.
“You ’kay?” Oliver asked, sitting up taller.
I nodded and offered a tight smile, unable to seize control over my awkward cough. I took one glance at Logan, and the concern in his eyes erased my embarrassment instantly.
Logan spoke up for me, explaining away my reaction. “Jax rarely has friends for dinner.”
“He never has anyone for dinner,” Julia muttered.
“What? Logan can have friends over…” Jax looked to me. “…but I can’t?”
Julia’s face contorted into an Uh oh expression that I knew reflected what she was seeing from Logan’s. I chose to focus my narrow eyes on Jax. Obviously, his flippant statement wouldn’t sit well with Logan.
With my nerves on fire, I’d fixed my attention down on my food when I heard a low growl in the back of Logan’s throat, followed by him barking, “Cassandra is much more than a friend, and this is my house. Watch it!”
An uncomfortable silence hung over us for several minutes. It wasn’t until the tickling vibration from my phone in my pocket that I was reminded life outside the cloud over us still existed.
I pulled it out discreetly, hiding it under the table, and saw a text from Hilary.
I’m sorry about how I left. I’m just confused & scared. I’ll call u soon.
“Everything all right?” Logan asked, staring down at my phone.
I tucked it back in my pocket, nodding. My heart clenched. I needed to talk to her. With what she was going through, I knew she needed me.
Julia’s scornful voice shattered my worry with her next snide remark to Jax.
“What happened to the twins?”
I rolled my eyes. Was every meal they shared like this, or was today special because of Courtney?
“I have twins in my class,” Oliver boasted, always the ray of light in the room. The tightening of Logan’s grip on his glass, however, caught the corner of my eye. A natural need to protect Oliver from Jax’s scandalous reputation consumed me.
“So you and Caleb play a lot of poker, huh?” I blurted out. “He says you’re ruthless.”
“At one time, perhaps,” Logan replied dryly.
I chuckled. In fact, it was less a chuckle and more a cackling of air forced from my lungs. Still, I expected to see an appreciative smile for the subject change growing on Logan’s perfect lips instead of the deep frown that had materialized there.
“I’m sure you have at least one fun story to share?” I prompted, desperate to shift the conversation from his siblings. It wasn’t a stretch for me to imagine him controlling a game.
“Logan, Caleb, and poker? You kidding? He has plenty of fun stories to share,” Jax said with a snicker.
Logan shot him a sidelong glare while I sat nervously, unaware of what Jax was implying. Did I want to know? Probably not.
“Is that a game?” Oliver asked, curious.
“Yes, one with cards,” Logan told him. “I’ll teach you when you get a little older.”
“I remember the one game you had where you came in late carrying an entire bag of clothes.” Jax chuckled, looking from Logan to me. “He’d literally taken them off the guy’s back! Ruthless, and I’m sure Caleb was no better.”
“You ever play with them?” I asked Jax.
Logan sighed quietly, and I became overly aware of his stiff shoulders and locked jaw. He definitely didn’t want to talk about it.
What was there? Whatever story he had, he wasn’t ready to share. Or maybe it wasn’t me he was worried about hearing, but his son.
“Nah, Logan wouldn’t allow it. Said I was too young.” He made a face. “I think he just didn’t want me to see how he lived it up—the cash he and Caleb made, and all the girls.”
I placed my hand over Logan’s in an attempt to soothe his unease. “Understandable. Caleb seems pretty happy now, between Hilary and Haven keeping him occupied,” I said, trying subtly to steer the conversation from poker.
It seemed to work. Logan’s expression softened, and he gave my hand a gentle squeeze.
“Yeah, Caleb’s happy…for now. He sure has a thing for your friend. I hope she doesn’t screw with him. Poor guy never even talked about settling down before her, huh Logan?”
Logan looked to me with a secret smile. “The right woman can change a man.”
Jax snorted. “Or ruin him. Caleb’s a tricky guy to pin down, but I do remember him once saying he wanted a little boy like Oliver here. Hope he gets that someday.”
My entire body stiffened. Where’s he going with this?
“Caleb’s nice,” Oliver threw out before shoving a giant piece of bread into his mouth. My giggle couldn’t be contained, but the anxiety from how far Jax would go still had me on edge.
“A family would do him good—settle him down in one place, finally,” Logan said.
One place. “You don’t think Caleb will stay in Harmony?” I asked casually, relieved I sounded unaffected by his statement since I was anything but. He couldn’t leave—ever.
Logan shrugged as he took a drink. “Hard to say, but I doubt it. He always gets bored eventually. Haven’s been good to him, though, so we’ll see.”
“Hilary’s worth sticking around for,” I reasoned. “He knows that.”
“Is she?” Jax prompted.
I lifted my chin slowly and held his amused gaze. He was toying with me.
“Absolutely,” I defended.
“She looked a little green around the gills when she was over this morning. And a little…what is it you girls call it…bloated?”
Game on!
“She looked beautiful, as always. The girl you had up in your room today, however…she looked—”
“You’re right, she looked beautiful!” Jax blew out, waving a figurative white flag.
A triumphant grin curled my lips as I raised my brows at him. Just try me, they said clearly.
“You had a girl over today?” Courtney asked, her voice low and hard
My smile fell away. I felt bad for her, but it was for the best that she knew exactly what she was getting with Jax. I honestly thought she’d already known until I heard the abrupt screech of her chair as she jerked up and marched out. It was clear she wouldn’t be back.
“See ya later!” Julia called after her, her voice riddled with amusement.
“Don’t be a cow. You’re just jealous you got dumped,” Jax spat at his sister.
Dumped? Mark left her? No way!
She was the next one to fly up. “Screw you!” With a quick kiss to Oliver’s cheek, she grabbed her stack of books and headed out of the room.
I rested my elbow on the table, two fingers rubbing slow circles into my temples. I’d never again dream of what having siblings was like.
“Aunt Julia’s mad,” Oliver pointed out.
Logan explained to Oliver that she was fine. Their conversation bled into the background as my thoughts ran wild. Why would Mark dump her? He was lucky to land a girl like Julia to begin with. I'd figured she'd caught him cheating, but apparently I was wrong.
I leaned over to Logan. “Mark left her?” I asked softly.
Jax chuckled, eavesdropping. “I take it Logan didn’t fill you in on that, huh?”
“On what?” I asked, eyeing Logan for an explanation. He gave nothing away.
“Mark made his choice,” Logan said smoothly. “Julia will get over it.”
Get over what? Did Logan do something?
Before I could ask what that meant, an impish spark appeared in Jax’s eye. “Ah, yes, just like Hilary’s going to make a choi—”
“Drop it!” I snapped, slamming my palm down on the table.
I reared back, stunned at my own actions. A gasp from Oliver seized my attention, and when I looked to him, I winced at his wide doe eyes.
“I’m sorry,” I said breathlessly, ashamed. “I didn’t mean to yell.”
Oliver nodded, but looked to his father for reassurance. I shrank further into my seat. Where the hell had that come from? I never yelled like that.
“Dinner was delicious, little man. Thanks,” Jax said to Oliver as he stood, rueful eyes on me, before strolling out.
He was smart to duck for cover. I’d be having a very long, very loud conversation with him shortly.