Granting One Last Wish novel Chapter 32

ABBY

My heart is still in my throat as I check the peephole to see who knock. Somehow, I feel relieved.

I roll my eyes before I answer. "What do you want, Logan? I thought I already made it clear that I don't want anything from all of you."

"You must be hungry. Tennings said you might burn down the whole apartment if you'd try to cook. I'm hungry, and I hate greasy Chinese food, and I'm tired of pizza every day. I can try some simple meal, you know?" Logan says. 

It's tempting, and I can't eat sandwiches every meal, but I want to be alone right now. I can call the restaurant for delivery, though. And I know they get paid to do their job, but they also remind me of Sebastian and that he did to me.

"Did Sebastian sent you to check on me?" Why I even asked? Of course, he did. 

"Abby, open the door, please? I'm harmless, and Mason is also hungry. You need us to cheer you up. I mean, we're not that boring people, you know."

I smile. "You didn't answer me, Logan."

"Abby, we're just doing our job. We have some bills to pay." At least he's honest, and if I am to be, I need someone to talk to as well. 

I open the door, and they rush inside as if I'm going to change my mind in seconds. Mason locks the door behind him. 

"Honestly, why are you really here? I don't think it's about food or my cooking skill. Your excuse is so lame, and I'm not buying it," I say as I walk to my living room. 

"I'm hungry. Couldn't eat dinner after what happened here. Mr. Hughes debriefed us. He's scary, and he may be younger than us, but he can intimidate the hell out of us," Mason explains. 

He sits on my couch while Logan is checking for something I don't know, maybe part of his job. 

"I make us something to eat. Do you mind if I use your kitchen, Mrs. Hughes?" Logan asks. It hurts to hear as addressed as Mrs. Hughes. It just reminds me of my failed marriage. Not yet failed, but about to. Ugh! Same thing. 

"Go ahead, and stop calling me Mrs. Hughes. Call me Abby," I demand or I will kick them out.

"Sorry. It's just we have to address you properly. We work for your husband," Logan says professionally. 

"My husband is not around, and you may work for him, but that's because of me. In my house, my rules, so follow it, or I'll kick you out and call Sebastian that you failed to do your duty. He'll fire you. Don't you want that to happen? Oh, and please, I want a friend, not a bodyguard." 

They exchange a look, and I raise my brows when they seem to disagree with my condition. They sigh. 

"Good. I should start cooking then."

Are you sure you know what you're about to do?" I ask Logan.

"Yes, ma'am. Both of you can watch or play or do whatever you both want. Mrs. I mean, Abby. Is pasta alright?" Logan asks. He looks huge, but not intimidating, because he is friendlier. 

"Anything. I don't mind as long as no peanut butter. And I don't think I have peanut butter here. I'm allergic," I answer, then he walks to my kitchen. 

I remember the voice mail. Should I tell them? If I tell them, they will tell Seb, then he will update Dad. They will all come rushing, or worst send me to London.

I take a huge breath when it seems to become more complicated.

"You alright, Abby?" Mason asks and looks worried. 

"I'm good. So, how did you end up working for Sebastian? You wanna watch something?" I ask and offer him the TV remote. 

"White recommend us to your husband. I've known White for years. He's our Mentor. You can choose what you want to watch. It's fine with me." He returns the remote. 

I scan some shows, and I start to relax around them since they are going to keep me safe. I try to bury what happened yesterday to the back of my mind. 

"Um, can I ask you something?" asks Mason.

I look at him and smile. "Ask away, Mason, or should I call you Mr. Foley?"

"I thought we already agreed on a first name basis. Um, does she have a boyfriend?" He looks suddenly shy. 

"Who has a boyfriend?" I know exactly who he's referring to. I can't help but grin because they both attracted to each other. I just wish I can call Trixie right now and giggle with her.

"Ms. Williams."

I laugh. Oh, did I just laugh? It feels good. 

"Care to share, Abby?" I hear Logan from the kitchen. 

"Someone here is lovestruck," I sing to Logan, making Mason groan.

"Oh, I see. He finally asks you. He's been bothering me since yesterday," Logan says while he's busy chopping something.

"Now, I know the reason why both of you are here. Not for food or to protect me." I laugh again. 

"This is so embarrassing." Mason rubs the back of his neck.

"What's embarrassing of liking someone. To answer your question is she doesn't have a boyfriend, and she thought you're hot." I cover my mouth. I shouldn't have said like that. He's now as red as a tomato. 

"Wait a minute. She thought that I'm hot?" He raises his brow and smiles. 

I start to like this conversation. "Yup. She's not dating anyone at this moment. I have her number anyway if you want to ask it from me, or you can come with me when we go to see Dad." I can see the excitement brewing in his eyes. 

"I don't think she likes me. I'm sure she dated rich guys." He slumps his back on the couch. 

"Well, ask her out for you to find out," I encourage him. "I think she likes you, Mason." 

"I don't know." He shrugs. 

I yell at Logan. "Do you need help there, Logan?" 

"I'm good, Abby. Thanks." 

My phone rings, and I excuse myself from Mason and head to my room. "Dad, I'm sorry. I know I should have called you after listening to your voicemails." I bite my lip. 

"Sweetheart, how're you feeling? Did you talk to Seb?" Why does he have to say his name? 

"I'm fine, Dad. I'm actually with the guys right now. I'm sure you already shared some info with Seb about the two he hired to look after me." 

"Yeah, I know about Mallory and Foley. I'm sorry, sweetheart. I should've told you about Tennings years ago. I just want you to enjoy and have friends and live like other young women. I can't hide something from Seb, and he found something about you that I couldn't hide it anymore. He said you almost fainted, you flinched, and he was worried. He also heard from Williams about Mackenzie."

My eyes widen, and I swallow hard. Did they know who Mackenzie is? "What did he hear about me? How did Williams find out?"