Page 69 of That Last Secret
I’m actually very nervous. Missing that lecture right before the wedding sent me into a spiral where I locked myself in my apartment for weeks. I called out of work a few times, skipped the gym and Tuesday dinners with the girls to get caught up on the material and study harder than ever before.
“You’re so close, Em,” Oliver chimes in. “You have what? One more semester after this?”
I nod. “I can’t believe how fast it’s going.”
“My baby sister.” Oliver beams with pride as he leans over and wraps an arm around my neck, pulling me into his chest. “She’s going to be the most badass Registered Nurse.”
“I’m not ababyanymore, Ollie.” I laugh.
“I know. I know. But you’ll always be my baby sister.” Oliver kisses the top of my head before releasing me.
“Dinner’s ready,” Avery says, placing the turkey on the kitchen island in the middle of the already laid-out side dishes. “Grab a plate and dig in.”
Thomas and Peyton stand from the couch, where they were doing a Thanksgiving turkey puzzle with James on the coffee table. James doesn’t leave his spot on the floor. His tongue sticks out in concentration as he places a few more puzzle pieces into spots before rushing toward the kitchen for food.
Avery’s dinner is set up buffet style. I love it when dinner hosts do this because it avoids the annoying interruption of asking someone to pass a dish when they are trying to enjoy their meal.
“Wait, where’s Logan?” Oliver asks Thomas.
My stomach does a somersault at the mention of his name. I’ve been wondering the same thing but didn’t want to be the one to ask.
When my head isn’t consumed by schoolwork, it replays that night after the wedding repeatedly, like a movie. A movie I really need to stop watching, but can’t find it in me to turn off.
Logan Bennett kissed me.
Not only did he kiss me, he gave me the most epic orgasm I’ve ever had. One that I didn’t think I could ever get from someone going down on me.
I want it again.
I want it withhimagain.
Logan was adamant that getting it out of our system was a one-time thing. But how the hell do you get a man likethatout of your system?
“He usually works.” Thomas shrugs.
“We put a chair out for him in case he makes it,” Marc adds. “I left the invitation open for him.”
“I’msurehe’ll be here,” Avery says flatly, but her eyes are fixed on me.
She’s looking at me like I’m the reason he’ll be here. Like she knows something I don’t. Avery has always thought something was happening between us, but aside from the wedding, I never thought she was this suspicious.
The front door to the penthouse opens as soon as the words leave her lips, and Logan walks in, wearing his signature smile.
And he’s looking directly at me.
He’s dressed in dark wash jeans and a long-sleeved Henley shirt. The shirt’s dark green color makes his eyes look almost like dark whiskey tonight.
Neither of us can take our eyes off of each other.
The tension in the surrounding air thickens, and I find it hard to breathe suddenly.
Logan’s presence brings me back to that night in the hotel.
“Hey, he made it,” Oliver says, dropping his plate at the table and heading to Logan for a man hug.
“Just in time for dinner, Logan,” Avery tells him.
“Glad I could make it,” Logan says to the room, but he’s still looking at me.