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Hannah sniffs, wiping her tears with the cuff of her sweater.
“He’s the stupid one.” I scoff. “He’s the cheater. And he manipulated you in the worst way. You stopped it straight away. He’s the bad guy, Hannah. Not you.”
Hannah heaves a ragged sigh, her shoulders sagging. “God, I hate men.”
I nod. “Yeah, men suck.”
She gapes at me, her eyes incredulously wide. “You have Logan!” she says definitively, and just as I open my mouth toargue, she cuts me off. “He’s lowkey obsessed with you, and don’t even try to argue with me on that.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket. “Take a look at this.”
I look down at the illuminated screen to see her scroll through a string of text messages. “All messages from Logan… aboutyou!” She stops, reading the screen. “Do you think I should just fly out there? Show up at her door? Maybe I could send her something… a cake?” She glances at me with awhat-the-fucklook.
I snicker.
“I miss her so much,” Hannah reads out loud. “When I look at my phone and I remember that she’s blocked me, sometimes it’s as if I’ve lost a part of myself.” She rolls her eyes at that one. “Dramatic.”
I laugh.
She smiles down at the screen. “And even here, where I told him that he should just tell you the truth—” She holds her phone out, and I read the response from Logan.
Logan: It’s not my truth to tell. I can’t. And as much as it kills me, as much as I feel like I can’t even breathe without her in my life, I won’t. Your secret will always be safe with me Han, and I need you to know that. You have my word.
Pressing my lips together, I roll them between my teeth, feeling my own tears prick.
“Just, give him a chance, Millie,” Hannah says after a moment, touching my hand and squeezing it. “Trust me, Logan’s one of the good guys. In fact, he’s pretty much perfect.”
I think about our day today, everything he did with me.Forme. And, looking across the street at his car parked beneath the glow of the streetlight, I sigh with a muttered, “Yeah, he is…”
CHAPTER 26
LOGAN
Iglance at the door for the third time, checking my watch. Millie and Hannah have been gone a hell of a long time considering they only had to meet the food delivery driver downstairs.
“So, what was last night about?”
I startle, looking up in time to see Robbie drop into the sofa next to me, eyeing me intensely.
“What about last night?” I play dumb.
“You didn’t seem yourself,” Robbie says. “And then you left without even saying goodbye to anyone. Everyone noticed.”
I refrain from rolling my eyes. Sometimes the locker room is so fucking high school. “I had to meet my dad for dinner.”
Robbie looks at me for a long moment, not saying anything, as if he’s waiting for more. But when I don’t speak, he quirks a brow. “You good?”
I swallow thickly, nodding once. “Yeah, all good.”
I’m not sure if he believes me. That’s the thing about Robbie Mason. He just knows things. You’ve got to be careful around him because the guy’s like magic or some shit.
Thankfully, before Robbie can interrogate me any further, the door to the apartment swings open and Hannah walks in,followed by Millie. I stand, watching them. They don’t look like they’ve been trying to tear each other’s hair out, although Hannah’s eyes are a little red. But they’re smiling and talking quietly between themselves, so I think that’s a good thing?
When Millie’s gaze meets mine from where she’s placing the bags on the island counter, she flashes me a small smile, and I don’t know why, but that’s all the confirmation I need, and I release a breath I didn’t even know I’d been holding.
“Food’s here, y’all!” Millie announces, her Texas accent emphasized and making me grin.
Everyone jumps up and rushes to the kitchen, but I lag behind, taking my time because sitting around a table with everyone right now sounds like hell.
“I’m just going to the restroom,” I mutter to no one in particular, turning and heading for the hall that leads to the guest bathroom.
