Page 45 of Because of Logan

“You’re weirder.”

“You’re weirdest.”

And just like that, we’re back to normal.

Chapter Eighteen

For the first time ever,my job is annoying me. And not because of the array of bad or sad things I come across every so often, but because it's getting in the way of my seeing Skye.

Logan: Hey, Liam. I haven’t texted you all week, so we have some catching up to do.

Logan: That girl I told you about? Her name is Skye. I saw her three times last week.

Logan: Had dinner with her and her sister the day after our first date. Wish you were there. I made Mary’s lasagna and the cake she used to make for our birthdays.

Logan: On our second official date (I’m not counting the dinner with her sister as a date), we went to the movies and dinner at Domenic’s. We stayed there talking until they invited us to leave so they could close the place. I don’t even know what we talked about. I just know that spending time with her makes me happy.

Logan: I texted Skye earlier today, asking her what she was doing for lunch. She said she was just grabbing a bite to eat at Riggins since she only had an hour between classes. And now, I’m here. Stalking her.

Logan: She’s coming. 10-73, baby brother.

The police radio codes came in handy when we were kids. I memorized them early on and taught Liam. It was a great way to communicate and not get caught by our father. Saying 10-73 instead of goodbye doesn’t make it any easier, though.

I see her small frame and blond hair shining in the sun before she sees me. She’s wearing skinny jeans and an open blue ski jacket over the navy Riggins hoodie. Pink sneakers on her feet.

Bruno is on her left and another girl on her right. The girl is tall, and her two friends dwarf Skye. They’re laughing as they walk the path to the cafeteria among the dozens of students going in the same direction.

Bruno nudges her in a playful way, and she pushes him back, her hands on his chest in a way that feels too familiar for comfort, but I remind myself they’ve been friends for years and she told me they’re just friends and that he has a girlfriend out of town.

Her eyes land on me then and her step falters. Bruno holds her arm and steadies her. A second later, a warm smile spreads over her face as she veers off and away from her friends and stands in front of me near the curb by the cafeteria entrance where I’d been stalking her. Her smile turns shy, and she casts her eyes down for a moment before looking back at me.

“What are you doing here?”

Her eyes shine with anticipation and excitement. She's happy to see me.

“I wanted to see you.”

I step closer, my hands on her hips, and I inch her toward me, lean in, and kiss her forehead. What I really want to do is push her against the wall, a tree, my car—any flat surface will do—and kiss her until she forgets her name. But it might be too much for the lunch crowd around us, and I’m in uniform, so I refrain. She can see the intention in my eyes because her face blushes prettily. My fingers press a little tighter into her hips.

Her friends stop a few feet away from us. Bruno is the first to speak.

“Joining us for lunch, Logan?”

“Yeah, if you don’t mind my crashing in.”

My words are friendly, but I’m sure the way I’m looking at him says clearly that I don’t like the way he’s so comfortable around Skye, who luckily missed the exchange since it’s all happening right above her head.

The bastard laughs and shakes his head a little.

“Sure, we don’t mind your company, if you don’t mind the cafeteria food.”

I make sure to place my hand on Skye’s back and put myself between her and Bruno. It does not go unnoticed by her friend, and she gives me an odd look. Skye introduces us.

“Sabrina, this is Logan. Logan, this is Sabrina Giorgi, and you already know Bruno.”

I shake her hand and nod at Bruno.Yes, I’m the jealous-for-no-reason asshole. Nice to meet you.

I feel like an ass. I’m not a possessive or jealous guy. I just can’t shake what River said about them being fuck buddies and how familiar they are with each other. I’m not so stupid that I would say anything about it, but I can tell Bruno is on to me. I hope he says nothing. I don’t want to look like an idiot.

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