Page 106 of Best Kept Secret
He takes a breath, closing his eyes a moment. “I sorted it out, but I was so… fucking angry. I couldn’t even see straight. So I left the children’s hospital early, and I drove out there. To his house.”
I swallow hard, knowing that whatever happened can’t be good.
“I went there with the intention to hurt him in any way that I possibly could,” Logan admits, averting his gaze, unable to look at me. “And I’m not proud of that.”
“What happened?” I press gently.
A muscle in his jaw ticks, and I see his hand clench into a fist. “Punched him.”
I can’t stop the gasp that escapes me.
“I told him to stay the fuck away from me, from my mother. But then he said something… he said something I didn’t like, somethinghorrible,and so I told him he’s the reason Levi did what he did. That hekilledhis own damn son.” Logan starts to breathe hard again. Hard and fast, and I know he’s spiraling.
I cup both his cheeks, forcing his eyes on me. “Logan, look me in my eyes and breathe. I need you to breathe.”
With shuddered, shallow breaths, he does as I say, and slowly I see the darkness is his eyes begin to fade.
“I hate him so much, Red,” he mutters, tears glistening and threatening to spill over. “I hate him so damn much.” He searches my eyes as he continues, “So why do I feel so shitty?”
“Oh, baby. C’mere.” I wrap my arms around him and hold him, and he grips me so damn tight, crying against me while I whisper to him that I’ve got him, and that everything is going to be okay even though I don’t know if it is.
I tiptoe out of the bedroom, carefully closing the door so as not to wake Logan. It took him a while, but he eventually fell asleep. I didn’t want to leave him; I wanted to hold him while he slept, wanted to be there in case he woke up. But Dallas and Emily are still here. And, as I walk out into the great room, finding my brother sitting on the edge of the couch, elbows resting on his knees, a vacant, pissed off look in his eyes as he stares straight ahead at nothing at all, I know I have some explaining to do.
“Hey, is he… okay?” Emily whispers, jumping up from her spot on the couch next to Dallas.
It doesn’t go unnoticed that my brother doesn’t even acknowledge me, still staring at nothing, his jaw ticking like he’s grinding his molars.
“Um—” I hesitate, tucking my hair behind my ears, looking at where the table has been cleared, the kitchen tidied. “Yeah. He’s… he’s sleeping.”
“In his bed, or yours?” Dallas suddenly asks, his question loaded and grating.
Meeting his hard stare, I lift my chin a little higher as I say, “Ours.”
He huffs a laugh, shaking his head. “Great, so, what? Now you’refuckingone of my teammates. Awesome,” he mutters, turning away.
I swear, I can almost feel my blood boiling just beneath the surface of my skin. “Yeah, we arefucking,” I snap back, shocking both him and Emily.
Dallas stands, turning to me, his eyes blazing wild as he takes a step closer. Emily moves in between us like a referee, holding her hand against his chest.
I continue, “But we’re also in love.”
“In love?” Dallas throws his head back, laughing obnoxiously. “Don’t make me laugh.”
I glare at him. Even Emily looks at him like he’s being a dick.
“You’ve known the guy for what? A matter of weeks? And you’re in love.” He snorts.
“Actually, I’ve known him since October,” I say, folding my arms across my chest. “Remember? When you ditched me in Detroit for a piece of ass?” I narrow my eyes.
“Ew,” Emily says on a sigh, closing her eyes on a grimace.
“Sorry, Em.” I look at her and she gives me a slight wave, dismissing my apology, and I turn back to my brother.
“You hooked up with him last year?” Dallas seethes.
I don’t answer him. He doesn’t need to know the details. Instead, I soften, cocking my head to the side. “I’m not telling you this to hurt you, D. I’m telling you this because I am in love. For the first time in my life. And so is Logan. And I’m not proud of myself for keeping it from you.”
“Sounds familiar, huh, babe?” Emily says, throwing Dallas a pointed look.
