Page 23 of That Last Secret
Because he doesn’t even know me. Hell,Idon’t even know him.
I also remember him walking us to the bar to get another round of drinks on top of a shot of tequila. Pretty sure that’s what did me in.
When we got there, he started asking me about myself. I mentioned I was in school for nursing, and he made an innocent comment about a friend of his who went through it but didn’t make it.
That’s when I started spiraling. My breathing got erratic, and I had to excuse myself to the bathroom to catch my breath and avoid a full-blown panic attack at the bar.
The events of the night replayed in my mind as I tried to remember what happened after that.
Oh my god.
That’s when I ran into—
The doorbell rings, and Brooke runs to grab our breakfast and bring it to the table. She sets down an iced peppermint mocha latte in front of me and a breakfast sandwich.
“Can you spill now, please?” I ask her as I unwrap my sandwich.
She takes a long sip of her iced coffee, her eyes rolling behind her head in pleasure from the caffeine hitting her system. “God, I needed that.” She sighs before fixing her gaze on me. “Now I can.”
She’s so dramatic.
“Logan and Silas walked us home last night.” She pauses as if she’s trying to assess my reaction to that. “And… Logan tucked us in.”
“He what?” I practically shout.
“Relax. We were so out of it. He brought us back here because he says he lives close by.”
“Why would he do that?” I ask, not realizing I haven’t eaten my food and instead pacing around my tiny kitchen. “He can’t stand me, and here he is being nice.”
“You’re exaggerating a little bit, don’t you think?”
I shake my head. “I wish I was. He’s not the same Logan I used to know.”
“Explain,” she says with a mouthful of food.
I groan, letting my head fall back. “In the few years I’ve known Logan, he’s always been so nice to me. Remember that trip I took during first semester break to my brother beach house?” Brooke nods. “He was there, and I can’t pinpoint what changed since then, but now he’s kind of a jerk to me. I caught him staring at me at work a few months ago with nothing but rage plastered on his face.”
“See?” She winks. “The man can’t keep his eyes off of you.”
My lips part in shock. It’s like she didn’t hear a thing I just said. “Maybe it’s time for you to go home and go back to sleep. I think you might still be drunk.”
Brooke laughs. “I’m so serious. Last night, I don’t think he had eyes for anyone other than you the entire time we danced. From the looks on his face, he was absolutely seething. I thought he was going to commit a crime.”
“I—” My thoughts stop as my brain remembers conversations with him.
This is the biggest downfall to being a lightweight when it comes to alcohol. If I have over two or three drinks, I have trouble remembering things.
It’s why I don’t party or overdo it.
I should have stopped last night, but running into Logan made me so on edge that I had to try to combat the nerves. Looking back, it was a bad idea—a terrible idea, actually.
But I remember seeing Logan in the women’s restroom now that I’ve had time to process all of this. He told me right to my face that he wanted to get rid of Mason for having his hands all over me.
Was that his way of being nice?
I shake my head at the thought.
“He was probably mad I was in his presence. Why would he look at me any other way?” I shrug.