Page 7 of That Last Secret
That changed when he brought in Jerry. It was awkward, and Logan couldn’t leave the room fast enough. That’s how I knew fully that I was not reading our situation wrong. It was a moment of painful clarity.
I wanted to be mad at him, ignore him, and maybe even confront him.
As I navigated the patients room that night, I could feel his gaze on me, a silent force I struggled to resist because I’ve always had a crush on Logan. From the moment he first started hanging out with Thomas, I thought he was the hottest man to ever cross my path.
That crush has been long gone. It’s as if it had never existed.
I had a good look when he walked in and fought to smile when I saw his dark brown hair brushed to the side like he’d been running his hands through it for hours.
When I saw those chocolate brown eyes, they burned me to my core, and any feelings of wanting to smile disappeared. Iwatched Logan’s jaw tick like seeing me was the worst part of his night, forcing him to avert his gaze as fast as possible.
At that moment, I truly grasped his disdain for me, and any concern I had for his feelings vanished.
“You really need to stop calling him that and thinking something’s there when it’s not. Even if you were right, I cannot date him. Nursing school is my only focus.”
“I said nothing about dating the guy,” Brooke chokes out. “Besides, you know the unspoken rules at work. No dating any of the four P’s… paramedics, physicians, firefighters, and police officers.”
I narrow my eyes as I glare at her from the corner of my eye. “Firefighter does not start with a P.”
“Pff,” she says, making a noise with her mouth to emphasize that when you sound it out, it could very well start with a P.
This time, I bark out a laugh.
Even the thought of dating makes me ready to break out in hives. I’ve only been in one serious relationship, which was enough for me.
We started dating in high school and ended things the summer before I started this program. Well…wedidn’t end things.
He did.
Apparently, summer isn’t the time to be locked down in a relationship, and he wasn’t ready to settle down.
To be honest, he was just an uptight, rich kid. He wasn’t my type, but he was the kind of person I felt like I was supposed to end up with because of the wealthy lifestyle I grew up in.
After that ended, I realized that morning tea with men wearing sweater vests and golfing on their days off wasnotmy thing.
Unfortunately, he was also the first and last guy I slept with. What’s even sadder is that I rarely had my needs met in that relationship.
Did I get off during sex? Well, sometimes.
The first red flag I should have noticed in that relationship was that he never once went down on me despite all the times I’d gone down on him. But we got into a routine, and I thought that it wasn’t as common for guys to do so.
I shake myself from my thoughts and try to change the subject before she keeps bringing up Logan. “Want to stop for coffee?” I ask.
“That’s the dumbest question you’ve ever asked me.”
“You should know that no question is stupid.”
Brooke barks out a laugh. “That one is. The answer will always be yes when coffee is involved.”
I shake my head, and we stop at the small coffee shop on our way to campus.
“I’m getting the largest cup of iced peppermint mocha they have,” I announce proudly.
“Like that’s nothing new for you, you caffeine addict. You’d drink peppermint mocha in the heat of the summer.”
We both burst into hysterics as Brooke graciously holds the coffee shop door open for me. However, my laughter is abruptly cut short as I collide with something… someone. I feel a searing pain in my chest and struggle to draw in a breath.
“What the hell,” the voice yells.