Page 106 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

“It’s nothing about you. I promise.”

I was about to get the “It’s not you, it’s me” line. An invisible clamp around my heart squeezed, and suddenly I couldn’t breathe.

No, no, no.

“This is my issue. I need to figure it out.”

She wasn’t saying no to me, but she was putting distance between us. I didn’t like that. “Can I help at all?”

“Yes.”

The clamp loosened enough for me to inhale. “How?”

“Can you trust me?”

“Trust you?”

She sniffed, and when she spoke again, it was through tears. “Logan, I like you, but I need some time. Can you trust me that this isn’t about you and that, as soon as I figure things out, I’ll come to Big Bear?”

I didn’t want to lose her. I wanted to know what was wrong. Fear constricted my throat at the thought of not being able to help her, but I pulled myself together. Tears burned my eyes and I nodded. “I’ll trust you, under one condition.”

“What?”

“That you let me text you every day, just once, so I can tell you how much I love you. And you have to answer me.”

Her words were barely a whisper. “I can do that.”

“Okay then.”

“Okay.”

I held my breath, not wanting to hang up. Did she actually love me? Or had it all been another flirting adventure?

“Logan?” she said.

My heart stopped. Was she going to say it? “Yeah?”

“Thank you.”

A lump wedged in my throat. Had anything this weekend been real? She’d asked me to trust her. Could I do that? I wanted to.

“Logan?” Victoria asked.

I cleared my throat. “Please let me know if there’s anything I can do.”

“I will.”

The line went dead.

The people around me blurred as tears fell down my cheeks, and I buried my face in my hands.

Chapter 29

-Victoria-

My hands shook as I pulled my car back into my apartment parking lot. I navigated to my slot, turned the engine off, and leaned my head back on the seat.

I’d just had my first therapy appointment, and while it had gone well, it had also convinced me that this might take more time than I’d anticipated.

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