Page 37 of Until Tomorrow
“Not even a little bit?”
“No.”
“Promise?”
“Yes, I promise that I’m not dying,” Logan said once more, his tone exasperated.
“Okay, fine. I believe you,” Elliot replied. “Maybe. But I’m not happy about it.”
“Duly noted.” He smiled. “Are we good now?”
“Are you moving out of my bed?”
“Why would I stay in your bed when I can go home?” Logan countered with a frown. I caught the tiny way he tensed at the mention of being in Elliot’s bed.My poor husband.
“Are you boys done yet?” I cut in, hoping to make it easier on him.
“Never!” Elliot exclaimed with a grin. “You should know this, short stuff. Forever dedicated to chaos. It’s why you love me.”
“Debatable.” I frantically rolled my eyes.Not debatable at all.“I’m going to make sure you don’t get a ticket. Elliot, don’t you dare spoil the rest of that book for me!”
“Promise,” he replied and moved in for a quick hug. “Already bought you the paperback. Should be there tomorrow.”
“You’re the best.” I kissed him on the cheek before holding my hand out to Logan. As he dropped the keys into my palm, I said, “Don’t be long.”
“I won’t,” Logan promised.
“Hey, don’t try to move the fucking car, got it?” Elliot called after me. “Did you know she doesn’t have a license?”
“Of course, I knew that,” he replied.
“What is wrong with you? Your wife needs a license!”
The two of them continued to bicker back and forth while I paused in the doorway to stare at them, smiling. I loved my boys. But as I watched them, for the first time, knowing what I did, the potential for love in that room was much more than I’d ever realized before.
Logan was comfortable with Elliot, much in the way he was with me. That bond between them ran deeper than friendship or brotherhood. It always had. It was no wonder my husband wanted to kiss him that night.
Chapter 24
Logan
“YouknowIloveyou, right?” Elliot asked as he watched me throw shit in my suitcases. Should I have packed them better? Probably. But all I wanted was to go home with my wife.
“Yeah.”
“But I love Eva too,” he said.
“I do,” I replied.That I did know.Elliot loved Eva almost as much as I did. Elliot had been raised by a single mom who worked three jobs. It left him alone all the time. Eva had no one. The two of them had formed one hell of a bond early on. The fact that she worried she’d ever lose him if we got a divorce was surprising, considering how close they were.
“So, whatever the hell you’re going through, figure it out for her sake. Don’t play her, Logan.”
“I’m not.” I frowned. “I wouldn’t do that.”
“I know, but up until now, you’ve been a miserable drunk determined to divorce her,” Elliot retorted. “She doesn’t deserve the back and forth, so figure it out.”
“I know that,” I agreed. “I don’t intend to.”
“I’m worried about you. Both of you.”
