Promises (New Beginnings Book 2)

by Michelle Lynn

  The girl's hair spilled over Elijah's arm as her head sagged against his chest. She didn't wake as they climbed the stairs and stepped into the living room.

  "I'm going to put her in my room," Elijah said. "I'll take the couch tonight."

  "Or you could just stay with me," Maggie stated.

  "Not with her here." With that, he walked down the hall and pushed his door open with his foot.

  Maggie followed behind him and stood in the doorway as he laid her gently on the bed and removed her shoes. Her things were at Michaela's place, so this would have to do. Elijah pulled the comforter up and tucked it around her shoulders. He looked back at Maggie with a faint smile and then walked back towards her, flipping off the light on the way.

  "Hey, you," he said, bending to give her a quick kiss and then shutting the door behind him. "I'm bushed. I think I'll hit the sack." He walked by her.

  Maggie didn't take her eyes off him until he stepped into the bathroom to get ready for bed. She walked back towards the living room and grabbed a set of sheets from the closet. Knowing Elijah, he'd be happy with just a blanket, but she made up the couch anyway.

  Elijah came back out, and she didn't hear him come up behind her until his hands slipped around her waist and she was pulled back against his chest.

  She wiggled out of his embrace and finished tucking the blanket behind the couch cushions. Elijah didn't make a move to pull her back as she walked into the kitchen. It was silent as Maggie took a glass down from the cabinet and filled it with water. She took a small sip and then looked up at Elijah once again. He was staring at her, a frown tilting his lips down.

  "What's wrong?" he asked.

  "Nothing," she shrugged, looking away.

  He gave her a look that said he didn't believe her, his eyes piercing straight through her.

  "What?" she said weakly, taking another sip of water. She wasn't thirsty, but she need something to do with her hands.

  "Maggie, come on."

  She turned around and set the glass on the counter with a sigh before facing him slowly. Her feet carried her into the living room before she stopped and looked at him.

  "Do you want kids, Elijah?" she asked quietly.

  "Mags," he said with that alarmed, deer-in-the-headlights look.

  "Not right now, you idiot," she scoffed. "Things are moving fast between us, but not that fast."

  "Oh."

  "It's just," she paused, "I see how you are with Kimberly."

  "She's a special kid."

  "You've always loved kids. You've always wanted them."

  "There are other ways to have them eventually," he said, stepping close to her.

  "Elijah." She leveled him with a look that said she knew that wasn't the same. If they made this relationship work, she knew what he'd be giving up.

  His eyes searched her face as he took her chin and held it in place so she couldn't lookaway "It's all going to work out."

  "How can you be so sure?" she asked.

  "What will happen will happen."

  A sudden laugh bubbled out of her chest. "So deep," she smirked.

  "There she is," he smiled. "You hadn't been sarcastic in a few minutes. I was worried I'd lost you." He released her chin and wrapped his arms around her.

  She breathed into his chest and squeezed her eyes shut to hold off any more tears. It was suddenly all so real to her. Her and Elijah and all the baggage that came with them. Her best friend was in love with her. She was in love with him. Why couldn’t she just let that be enough?

  It was very new, but it didn't feel like it. Most relationships were fragile in the beginning, but most wouldn't break you if they fell apart, at least not so early, not like this one.

  "Okay," Maggie said, pulling back. "I'm going to bed."

  She stretched up on her toes to kiss him, and then headed for her room.

  Her bed felt cold. She’d gotten used to Elijah being next to her the past few nights. After so long of just being friends, she didn't understand how she felt like she was in so deep. It was too fast for her. Laying there, unable to sleep, she came to the decision that, come morning, she'd have a talk with Elijah about that. She'd ask him if they could slow down.

  After half an hour of trying to get to sleep, she powered on her Kindle, wanting to get out of her own head, wanting to escape into another world.

  There was a small knock on her door, and she glanced up at the clock. She’d been reading for almost two hours.

  "Come in," she said.

  The door opened slowing to reveal Kimberly standing there, toying with the hem of her shirt. She reached up a small hand to rub her eyes.

  Maggie switched on the lamp next to her bed.

  "Kimberly, is everything okay?" she asked.

  "I had a nightmare," the girl answered nervously.

  It was only then that Maggie noticed the tears glistening on her cheeks.

  "Oh, sweetie, come here."

  As if she’d just been waiting for permission, Kimberly practically ran to the bed and climbed in as Maggie held the comforter up for her. A sob escaped the girl's mouth and Maggie pulled her into her arms.

  "I want my grandma," Kimberly cried quietly.

  "I know, honey."

  "When is she coming home?"

  "Soon." The word slipped out of Maggie's mouth before she could stop it.

  "Do you promise?"

  Maggie didn't answer her. She couldn't make a promise she knew was wrong. They took Kimberly to see her grandma whenever they could, but they didn't know if she'd ever be home. It was only because of the lawyers Michaela worked with that Kimberly was allowed to be with them at all.

  Looking down at the child, a crease appeared between Maggie’s eyebrows. She shook her head and reached back to turn off the light.

  "You're fine right now," she whispered. "Try to get some sleep." She stroked Kimberly's hair until she felt the girl relax and drift off.

  It wasn't long before Maggie fell asleep as well.

  Fourteen

  "Jason, what's up, man?" Elijah said into the receiver as he continued beating eggs for breakfast. He hadn't seen him since the week before when everyone came out to the house for the cookout. A week since they’d really seen anyone - Michaela, Kimberly, Chris. Elijah and Maggie had been living in their own little world, just the two of them.

  "Do you have any idea what time it is?" Jason grumbled.

  "Time to be up!"

  "Elijah, I own a bar that's open late. It's Sunday morning. Piss off."

  "Someone’s grumpy today."

  "And someone wants to get his ass beat," Jason groused.

  "Bro, you're the least violent person I know. Plus, you're scrawny as shit. I don't think I have to worry."

  "Can I go back to sleep now, or did you want something?"

  "Right, I'm calling about the letter I asked you to hold on to. Did you read it?"

  "Nah, man. I've been putting it off. I didn't know her dad well, but I knew enough. I'm a little scared of what's in it."

  "I was thinking maybe no one should read it. Not unless she wants us to. I think it's time to give it to her before she finds out some other way that Jake gave it to you."

  "You're probably right." Jason said. "I'm planning on coming to work on the house with you tomorrow. I'll bring it then."

  "Good man. Now you can go back to sleep."

  "I'm awake now, thanks to you." Jason hung up without a goodbye and Elijah chuckled.

  "Who was that?" Maggie's voice came from the doorway to the kitchen.

  Elijah spun around and the hand holding the fork in the bowl stilled. He didn't know how much she had heard.

  "Just Jason," he said carefully.

  "Bet he was pretty mad you called so early." She smiled.

  Elijah let out a sigh of relief. She hadn't heard it all. He was sick from keeping something so big from her. Soon, he wouldn't have to carry around that weight anymore.

  She pushed by him to get out a pan and turn on the s
tove.

  "No, you don't," Elijah set the bowl of eggs down and pulled her back. "I'm cooking breakfast."

  "But I'm better at it than you are."

  He held her against him and bent down to bite her ear. "Not true," he whispered. "Now, get out."

  Maggie reached out and turned the stove off. "No." Her voice was low and she turned to look at him in a way that made him not want to argue.

  It was still new to him to be able to just reach out and touch her. To taste her. His mouth descended on hers and a growl rumbled in his throat as she deepened the kiss.

  "Someone woke up in a good mood," he said, smiling against her lips.

  "Mmm hmm," she agreed, wrapping her arms around the back of his neck.

  He let his fingers trail along the soft skin up underneath the bottom of her shirt. He lifted her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. He carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch. Mornings like these had him so thankful he didn't have another place to live, at least not yet.

  Her expert fingers moved under his shirt, over his back, leaving tingles wherever they touched skin. She raised herself off the couch and let him pull her shirt off over her head. Elijah needed to feel her skin against his.

  She was pale and unmarked, save for a small scar on her right side. He lightly touched the puckered skin and the memory of the day she got it came to his mind. It involved her father and a glass beer bottle that had been thrown and shattered. She had run to his house, bleeding profusely, and his mother had taken her to the hospital.

  Elijah bent his head to kiss the mark that had become a symbol of her past. When he raised his eyes to look at her again, hers were clouded with memory.

  "Elijah, I need you," she whispered. He knew she meant that in more than one way.

  Their lips met again in a slow, torturous kiss and then Maggie rested her head on Elijah's chest as he held her tightly.

  He knew she needed him. She always had. As a friend. A protector. A confidant. And now a lover.

  What he didn't say was that, over the years, he’d needed her just as much.

  "I'm hungry," Maggie finally broke the contented silence.

  "Is that you trying to tell me to get off my ass and make you breakfast?" He grinned down at her.

  "Yes."

  "I thought you were better at it than me?"

  "Nope," she said. "You're eggs are soooo much better." One side of her lips tilted up in a smirk.

  "You're just saying that so you don't have to get up."

  "Mmmmm," she paused. "True."

  "You're terrible," he laughed, adjusting himself so he could get off the couch without flipped her off as well. He walked into the kitchen, knowing he'd do anything Maggie asked him to do. That had never changed.

  ###

  Elijah spent the rest of the day and Monday laying carpet upstairs in the house. It was something his father taught him to do years ago. He smiled at the memory. It had taken quite a while to get it right, but his father had endless patience with him. It had been a learning curve for him too when he came over from Cuba. But then he was able to make a living selling and installing carpet. It wasn't much, but it put food on their table and a roof over their head.

  Elijah missed his parents. They’d always been a close family. He called his mother last week and told her that he and Maggie were together. He swore he heard her crying into the phone, but she denied it. She’d known how Elijah felt about Maggie longer than Elijah had himself, when he was barely a teenager.

  His mother asked how Maggie was doing with the death of her father, but Elijah didn't know what to tell her. Maggie wouldn't talk about it. She was either trying to be strong or trying to forget about it. He couldn't tell which.

  Not wanting to push too far, he’d stopped bringing it up. Things were great between them, and he still couldn't believe it was happening. The two of them spent the past week working on the house side by side during the day, and making up for lost time at night. They hadn't answered their phones, and Elijah hadn't taken any remodeling jobs.

  If he cut some corners, he'd have the money to finish the house. Then he'd work remodeling for a while to be able to afford his next flip. Usually, he had the money he made from the sale. This time he'd have a home.

  Elijah glanced up at the door when he heard footsteps downstairs. Maggie wasn't coming until later, but he was expecting Jason. Running a sweaty hand through his hair, he stood. Jason was bringing the letter from Maggie's father, and Elijah knew it was going to be hard on her. But bad feeling or no, she deserved to have it so she could decide what to do with it. It wasn't his choice.

  Someone stomped up the stairs and then a tall, blond man appeared in the doorway. Elijah sighed in relief, not quite ready for Jason to show up.

  Josh walked into the room in his black sweatpants and Columbus Blue Jackets t-shirt. The last time Elijah had seen him, his face had been streaked with tears.

  "Hey, man," Elijah said when Josh just looked at him. "When did you get back in town?"

  "Yesterday," Josh responded. "The funeral was a few days ago, but my friend Sarah needed me to stay a little longer. She's the one who called me. It's been hard on her."

  "I'll bet."

  "I was hoping you had something for me to do here. I just got done with my morning conditioning session and I don't have to be back at the rink until this evening. I need something to keep my mind busy."

  "Sure. You can help me with this carpet."

  Elijah showed him what to do and they worked in silence. He learned weeks ago that Josh was a quick study when it came to things like this. If he wasn't a hockey player, he'd make a good flipper.

  "Have you talked to Jason today?" Elijah asked after a while. "He's supposed to be here at some point."

  "No." Josh looked up briefly. "I haven't seen him or Michaela since I've been back. Chris said he was heading over though."

  "Oh, good." Elijah looked back at the door again. Where was Jason?

  Josh worked with what seemed like grim determination. He was a serious kid. Elijah had learned he was quick to smile but even quicker to brood. Michaela had told them about the kind of training and dedication it had taken him to get where he was. It fit.

  "You must’ve been close to the kid who died." Elijah wasn't sure if it was the right thing to say, but he got the impression that Josh needed to talk. Sometimes it was easier to talk to someone you barely knew.

  "I only met him once." Josh didn't stop working as he spoke, and he didn't look up.

  Elijah didn't think he was going to say anything else, as the silence stretched between them.

  "When you're living so far from home at such a young age to play hockey, the family you live with becomes like your family," he went on, surprising Elijah. "Sarah and her parents were actually more of a family to me that my own at times. Sarah was like a sister. Danny's death was sudden and it hurt them. It could’ve been anyone. He's not the first kid to go into cardiac arrest on the ice."

  He stopped talking for a minute.

  "There are risks to this game we play."

  The conversation was ended by shouting from downstairs.

  "Elijah!" Chris's voice drifted up the stairs.

  "Up here!" Elijah called back.

  Chris took the stairs two at a time and then stood, panting and staring at them.

  "Where's my sister?" he asked once he caught his breath.

  Elijah sat back on his heels and shrugged.

  "I thought she and Jason would be here," Chris continued.

  "Me too."

  "They aren't answering their phones." Chris pulled his phone out of his pocket and checked for missed calls.

  Elijah just shrugged again, and Josh kept on working.

  Maggie showed up an hour later with lunch for the boys. Elijah went to her as soon as she arrived and gave her a long kiss, punctuated by a grin.

  "Do I get one of those, Maggie?" Chris asked, arching one thick brow. He was not talking about the food.
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br />   "From Elijah?" she asked innocently. "Have at it."

  Elijah gave her a deadpan stare and she laughed.

  "The boyfriend might have a problem with that one," Chris smirked. "Sorry, pretty boy."

  "Pretty boy?" Elijah scoffed. "That's a new one."

  "He's right," Chris said, looking at Maggie. "He's only got the face of some Spanish pretty boy -”

  "I'm half-Cuban, not Spanish," Elijah interjected irritably.

  "Anyways," Chris said, acting like Elijah hadn't said anything. "Pretty face, but the body of a meathead."

  "You're right," Maggie said, circling Elijah.

  He felt like he was on display.

  She grabbed his ass as she circled back around to the front, and he felt his cheeks heating up. "Too muscly for a pretty boy."

  "Jason is the pretty boy of the group," Chris said, turning away.

  "You got that right," Maggie laughed. "Speaking of, he isn't answering my calls. Neither is Michaela."

  Something’s up, Elijah thought and he knew what that something might be. Jason was supposed to meet him today to bring the letter from Maggie's father. They’d decided not to read it unless Maggie wanted them to, but he had no clue if Jason had stuck to that.

  What could be in that letter that would affect Jason? Elijah knew the manipulations of Maggie's father all too well.

  He ran a shaky hand across his brow and tried to force a smile when he looked at Maggie. "I'm sure he's fine."

  She didn't look convinced.

  ###

  Maggie hadn’t seen Jason all week, and she was getting worried. It wasn't like him. Especially during the summer, when she didn't have work, they usually touched base every day. He was a little needy, but then, she needed him too.

  The ring vibrated through her ear as Maggie tried to call her cousin for the millionth time. Only one ring before she heard his smooth voice tell her to leave a message. So, he hit ignore, she thought. Something is up.

  "Jason," Maggie said to his voice mail. "It's your cousin. Remember me? I'm the short blonde who likes to yell at you. You're worrying me. Call me back. Please."

  She tried Michaela next. No answer.

  Who else could she call? Chris was out of town for a few days. She didn't have Josh's number.