Page 100 of Because of Logan

As soon as I’m done with my shift, I make my way to her house, stopping at Pat’s first to get breakfast for the girls.

I know it’s early, not even 7:00 a.m. yet, and it’s Saturday, so they’re sleeping for sure, but I don’t want to wait. I don’t even change into civilian clothes.

A while back, Skye gave me the code for the outer door, and I let myself into the hall. I knock on the door lightly and hope someone will hear me. I wait a minute, and I’m about to knock again when River opens the door. Her eyes are barely open and her hair is a wild mess of curls. She’s wearing a knee-length purple T-shirt and socks with unicorns all over them. I hold back a laugh. One sister with bunny slippers and the other with unicorn socks.

“Logan, it’s too early for a booty call. You’re lucky I was going to the bathroom or no one would have heard you.”

I smirk at her and present the cardboard tray with the three coffee cups in it.

“I come bearing gifts.”

She takes one of the coffees and I hand her a bag.

“Got you a muffin too.”

“In that case, please come in, just keep the moaning and grunting down. I’m going back to sleep.”

“No promises.”

She grumbles as she walks away, and it sounds like she’s saying,damn horny people.

The room is still dark,thanks to the blackout curtains Skye is so found of. I put the coffee tray and a pastry bag on the night table and sit on the side of the bed. I can barely make out the small shape of her body under the blankets. My fingers are less patient than me and find their way to Skye’s face, brushing the hair over her shoulder. Skin on skin, but for the thin strap of her tank top. She’s warm, and my fingers are cold from just having come inside. Skye stirs and looks at me, groggy from sleep still. Her eyes blink open a few times, fighting to stay open and losing the battle. A smile appears next and tells me she’s awake. She sighs a content sound when my hand drifts under the covers and slides down her back and grabs a handful of that ass I’m obsessed with.

“Logan.”

My name is but a whisper.

“You’re done with work? What time is it?”

The bed shifts, but it's not Skye who’s moving. For a confused second, I wonder if River somehow snuck in the bed and I missed it, or maybe she got a dog overnight and didn’t tell me. But the form lying behind Skye in the dark room is much larger than River. Or a dog.

My brain fights my eyes for what it's seeing. My brain is screaming no, no, no, not Skye. Not again. My eyes confirm what my brain is trying to run from. I jump out of the bed and turn the lights on, blinking several times as I adjust to the sudden brightness. My heart stops. My brain can no longer deny what my eyes see. But my heart? My heart feels as if it just exploded into a million pieces.

My heart is no more.

Both of them are holding their hands over their eyes, momentarily blinded by the lights. Skye is looking at me with confusion in her eyes. But I can’t look at her. All I can see is Bruno in bed with her. He’s frozen in place.

“Logan?”

Her voice reaches me as if coming from miles away. Miles is what I feel between us. Ten seconds ago, the closeness we shared was the most important thing in my life. Now, there’s an abyss in the three feet of space between us.

Bruno’s eyes are fixed on me as he gets out of the bed dressed only in boxers. Skye’s face blanches when she looks over her shoulder and her eyes widen in surprise. My hand opens and clenches next to my gun. Bruno looks away when he picks his clothes off the floor and then gets dressed, avoiding eye contact.

The look of surprise on Skye’s face turns into horror.

“No, no, no. This is not what it looks like. Nothing happened. I swear.”

She’s one hell of an actress.

I can’t move. If I move a muscle, I’ll do something I’ll regret for the rest of my life. I’m in uniform still. I could barely wait for my shift to end to come and see her. As much as I want to beat the living shit out of Bruno, I already know I won’t. So I stand here, my eyes going from one to the other. So much for good intentions. Like my father always said, good intentions will only get you fucked. In the ass. Hard and dry.

Skye gets up on her knees now and reaches out. She is speaking, I know she is because I can see her lips moving, but I’m not registering anything she’s saying. This cannot be happening again. Old memories come rushing back. Amanda and my father. But this, this is so much worse than finding Amanda and my father fucking in my bed. I never loved Amanda. It was easy to walk away.

But this?

How can I stay?

How can I walk away?

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