Chapter Twenty
Venessa’s Pov
The community outreach center was unusually busy and packed with people for a Saturday afternoon. I was standing by the large storage cabinets, helping to organize some donated blankets and clothing supplies for our new family shelter program, when I suddenly heard a very familiar voice speak up directly behind me.
“Venessa Thompson… still out here saving the world one little kid at a time, I see.”
My heart skipped a complete beat against my ribs.
I turned my body around very slowly, my hands freezing on the cardboard box I was holding. Logan was standing right there in front of me. He looked tall, handsome, and he was wearing that same easy, relaxed smile that used to make my knees go completely weak for almost two whole years. Logan was one of our regul
