“Stop looking at me like that,” I growl.
Logan gets up and shakes his head. “Can you blame us? You’ve never shown interest in committing to a woman before. We’re all a little shocked.”
“I’m not committing myself to a woman,” I quickly defend myself. “I’m helping a kid. There’s a huge difference.”
Logan chuckles as Carter gets up and walks over to me. When he’s standing in front of me, he says, “Evie isn’t a kid, Rhett. She’s eighteen. Whether you like it or not, taking care of her means that you’re going to have to be committed to her in some way. This isn’t something you can start and stop at the drop of a hat. Make sure you’re in it for the long run.”
Fuck, he’s right.
Jaxson surprises me when he says, “This isn’t a pet project, dude. This is a person’s life. This girl is going to be dependant on you so you better not fuck with her. It’s your choice to help her, and that comes with some major responsibility.”
“I know,” I grind the words out. Not wanting to hear another warning, I turn around and head for the stairs.
I take a shower, the entire time thinking about Evie. No matter how pissed I got at the guys for voicing the obvious, I have to face the facts. Evie will be my responsibility.
As terrifying as that thought is, I can’t turn my back on her. Watching her eat earlier, tore a hole in my heart. I’ve never seen anything so heartbreaking.
Fuck, don’t even get me started on when she thanked me for seeing her. It gutted me.
How fucking alone must a person be if they feel the need to thank someone for noticing them? I can’t comprehend it.
I might have dealt with some shit in my life, but I can’t remember a single day where I’ve felt alone. I’ve always had someone.
I told Evie that I’m going to help her, and it’s a promise I will keep.