Page 35 of Secret Baby With My Brother's Best Friend

My eyes darted to Logan. He had his eyes fixed on the road. His expression was serious, unreadable, and I watched him for a while before glancing my eyes to the window and leaning my head against it. I shut my eyes for a minute, hoping to sleep, but it didn't happen. My eyes kept flickering open. No matter how much I tried, I couldn't shake the heaviness in my chest.

I gazed out of the window, my mind filled with mixed emotions. The sun painted the sky with vibrant hues of orange and pink, creating a breathtaking view. A day like this was so beautiful. I frowned, feeling mocked by nature.

It was sad, and the longer I sat there next to him, the more painful it felt to know that this might be the last time I see him till God knows when, and it didn't seem to matter to him.

I turned to him again, glaring at him and wondering how he could be so okay with me leaving here when I was such a mess—I was so far from okay. Didn't it bother him at all? Didn't he care? I sighed, watching him.

"Is something wrong?"

Logan's voice echoed through the car, breaking through my thoughts. He turned, finally sparing me a glance. His eyes were filled with warmth, and I thought I would dissolve into them—honestly, I wish I could disappear into his beautiful eyes. "Harp?" he arched a brow, darting his eyes to the road, then back at me quickly.

"No," I replied. "Why do you ask?"

He shifted his gaze to the road. "Nothing. You are just very quiet today."

"I'm always quiet," I muttered.

Logan barked a laugh. "If you say so."

"You disagree?"

Logan didn't take his eyes off the road as he spoke. "I know you. You're not quiet, not even a bit. You're chatty, always will be," he laughed, and the confidence in his words irked me.

He knows me? I rolled my eyes and smirked, anger simmering inside me.

"You don't," I whispered under my breath, frowning.

"What was that?" he asked, turning to me.

"I said you don't know me," I enunciated sternly. "Don't assume you do. It offends me."

Logan nodded, returning his eyes to the road. "Noted," he mouthed, and that was it.

He was annoying, and I wanted more than anything to get away from him. Perhaps, I thought, leaving was a good idea after all. "How much longer to the airport?" I asked coldly after a minute. We had driven out to a rural area so that Logan could return some large video equipment for Carl. It was a weird arrangement they had made, but it was a friend of Carl’s and since I was leaving so abruptly, Logan figured he would do it and make his way back to the airport. It was already a near two hour drive, one way. So there was nothing but fields and long stretches of roads.

However, it was obvious that the GPS was lagging, and I could tell that Logan was trying to get his bearings.

"We should be there soon enough. Don’t worry, we gave ourselves plenty of extra time to get you to the airport. " Logan replied tersely, focusing on the road. The car zoomed down the highway, and I stuck my head out the window, feeling the cold wind on my face as I tried to calm the rage building inside my stomach. It was no good. I was mad at how indifferent Logan was about all this when it was hurting me so much. I was leaving. How could he not have anything to say about it?

The weather shifted in a matter of seconds—the breathtaking view of the sun was eaten away by darkness. Dark clouds gathered ominously in the sky, blocking the sun's bright rays. Suddenly, drops of rain came down, pounding against the windshield in torrents and blurring the view of the road. Shit! I rolled up the window to avoid the splatters of the rain seeping in. The rain was heavy, drumming against the roof.

This wasn't looking good.

"Fuck!" Logan cursed aloud as he gripped the steering wheel tighter and leaned forward, straining his eyes to see through the mist that now covered the road.

"I can barely see the road," he mumbled, furrowing his brows in concentration. Logan slowed down his speed, turning on the headlights, but it wasn't any good. We could barely see past a few distance away. He was driving blind, and I was only thankful that the road wasn't cluttered.

The sky flashed with lightning illuminating the surroundings briefly and casting an eerie glow upon our faces. Thunder followed, booming in the distance, its deep rumble resonating with my growing anxiety. The tension inside the car was palpable, the uncomfortable silence swallowed by the sound of the storm.

"Maybe we should park," I suggested as the wind picked up and the rain poured recklessly.

"Not here. We are on the main road. We could cause an accident. We need to get off the road."

"But we can barely see a thing—"

Before I could finish what I was saying, a blinding bolt of lightning split the sky, illuminating our surroundings for more than a minute and revealing the road ahead. The road was seemingly empty, and Logan headed down the path, increasing his speed just a little.

In a split second, the car skidded on the pavement, losing its grip on the slippery surface, and Logan pressed the brake, but it didn't budge. My heart raced as time seemed to slow down. I clutched onto the seat, my knuckles turning white as the car spun out of control. I could have sworn that my heart left my chest, and my body froze.

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