Page 82 of Whenever You Call

But then Logan suddenly froze, his lips still against mine, and his hands falling away from my thighs. I tried to urge him to carry on. To make this last forever because it had been the first time I’d felt so calm in years, and it was all because of him… but it was too late.

He’d grown cold beneath me.

His hips fell away, making my eyes flutter open to take him in before I broke the kiss and stared up at him.

He looked in physical pain as his eyes searched mine.

I opened my mouth to ask him what was wrong—had I crossed a line he hadn’t wanted me to cross? Had I ruinedeverything?—but I didn’t get the chance.

“I was there that night,” he said, his voice low and sorrowful as he stared at me, his breathing growing heavier. “It was me, Hannah. I was on duty.”

“What?”

Logan closed his eyes, hiding his regret before he unleashed them on me again. “I swear to you. I did everything to save him. I gave it my all. I did everything I could, but none of it worked. It wasn’t enough.Iwasn't enough, Hannah. He’s dead because of me.”

“What are you talking abo—”

But then it felt like my heart stopped as Logan’s words fell into place, and one name whispered its presence all around us.

Cole.

He was talking about Cole.

No.

No, no, no.

This isn’t happening.

My body turned to ice in an instant.

I fell back onto flat feet, putting distance between us as I took a step away, and then another, my confusion growing as I narrowed my eyes on him.

“Logan, no…”

“I’m so sorry, Hannah.”

“Please…” I whimpered. “Please tell me you aren’t saying what I think you’re saying.”

“I wish I could but—”

“Cole? You werethere? The night he…”

Logan swallowed again, tossing the pads off his hands in two swift movements. “Let me explain. Please.” He tried to take a step toward me, but I quickly held up my hand, needing space. Needing distance.

I’d just kissed him.

I’d thrown myself against his body, and I’d enjoyed it. Wanted more. But now…

Now…

I felt sick.

Logan stopped in his tracks while my eyes fell to the floor as I tried to piece everything together, but nothing made sense, the only truth I could cling to being that Logan wasn’t who I thought he was. I’d created a version of him in my mind that I’dwantedto be real, and that version no longer existed.

“You didn’t tell me,” I said quietly.

“I wanted to. It’s eaten me up inside, Hannah. I’ve tried so many times.”

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