Page 64 of C*cky Best Friend

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Logan

“Places!”

Backstage wakes up, everyone hurrying to where they’re supposed to be. Asher is smoothing his shirt, dark hair falling over his eyes as he looks down.

I’m to his right, as usual.

Curiosity gets the best of me tonight, though. I sidle up to him. He glances to me and holds my look before straightening and asking, “I was wondering when this was coming.”

“What happened with you and Sam?”

“She didn’t tell you.” It was a statement, not a question, like I just answered the one he’d been asking himself this whole time. “Huh. Seems like she doesn’t tell you much.”

Fire shoots into my blood. “You want to go there right now, Asher? Because we can take this onstage in front of hundreds of people. I don’t mind.”

“Don’t fucking blow it just because of a girl, Logan,” he hisses, eyes cutting to me. “You’d take you down with me.”

“Tell me what you said! You crush her? Make her want to stay in Atlanta while you moved up in the world? Is that what you do with your co-leads?”

He chuckles, shaking his head. “You don’t know anything.”

“Fill me in.”

“Nah. I’m good.”

“What did I miss?”

There’s so much going on behind his eyes. “Nothing. She chose to stay back.”

My blood is pounding. “You make a move on her?”

“Whoa!” He throws a hand between us, glancing to the curtain that’s about to open. “Calm down.”

“Tell me you didn’t!”

“I swear I never did.”

“You better not have.”

He clocks me, hears the announcement for people to turn off their cell phones as house lights dim. “Sam said she didn’t love me. I was the one who got crushed. Ever thought of that? You and I have something in common.”

Someone grabs my arm, and I get tugged backward. Galloway is inches from my face. “Is there a problem?”

“No, Ma’am.”

She releases me with a warning in her sharp eyes. “Good.”

The curtain opens and we walk out. I remember nothing from the entire performance. Not one thing. Thank God for practice, because auto-pilot saved my life tonight.