Page 106 of The Switch: A Friends To Lovers Romance

I cover my face with my hands. Not once in my quest to put off my future, did I think that Harry wouldn’t be a part of it.

By the time I’ve run out of tears, my head is throbbing like someone rammed me with a pick ax. I slowly compose myself and slip out of the room. The door closes, the lock clicking into place with a note of finality.

I find Logan leaning against the wall. Her eyes are red-rimmed. Downcast. She’s clutching trembling arms to her chest. It’s clear she was crying too. I wonder how she knew my brother. Given how shaken she looks, they must have been close.

“Hey,” she says, pushing herself off the wall. I notice she’s wearing an old, baggy T-shirt and shorts. The blouse falls straight down her chest like a curtain draping a window. I can tell there’s not much on top.

Are you seriously sizing her breasts right now? Get yourself together, Ben.

I shake my head, glad she can’t hear my thoughts. “Hi.”

“Hey.”

She said that already.

I glance down the hallway. “Where is everybody?”

“Lydia took Reece to the cafeteria to get something to eat. She hasn’t had anything since the accident last night.”

“The accident. What happened?”

Logan pulls her plump bottom lip in, capturing it between her teeth. “Harry lost control of the wheel. Ran off the road. It was raining hard last night and…” She sniffed. “I’m really sorry.”

“Yeah.” I clench my fingers into fists, trying not to cry in front of her. “How did you know him? My brother, I mean.”

A soft smile climbs her face. One that makes me wonder if Logan and Harry really were involved. “We met about five years ago. Harry had to attend a party, but he didn’t know what to do with his daughter’s hair. She was only four at the time.”

“Reece?”

Logan nods. “He brought her to me, desperate and begging for help. I did Reece’s hair that day and I’ve been doing it ever since.”

Talking like this, I realize Logan probably knows more about Harry than I did. Hell, in all our e-mails, calls and visits my brother didn’t feel like mentioning he had a daughter once.

A little, ‘Hey, Benji. I impregnated a local and now we’re expecting. Crack a beer, would you?’ would have gone a long way.

But it explains why he refused to let me visit Belize. Whenever I’d mention bringing my friends for spring break, Harry would immediately turn the conversation into planning his next trip out to my place.

Last year, I insisted on booking a ticket. I missed my brother and a few weeks in a Caribbean paradise sounded like a dream. Unfortunately, a hurricane swept the country and threw a wrench in my travelling plans.

At least I know now why Harry was so happy about that.

“Are you okay?” I glance up and find that Logan has migrated closer to me. She leans in, drawing my gaze to her sleek black ponytail.

Despite her clothes that were obviously meant for comfortable sleepwear, there’s something elegant about her. Sophisticated. It’s unnerving and intriguing at the same time.

“I’m fine.” Realizing my brother’s body is a few feet away and I have a niece I never knew about, I rescind the statement. “You know what? That’s a lie.”

Logan nods sympathetically. “I’ll go find Lydia and take Reece home while you two talk.”

“Logan?”

She stops. Turns around. Fixes her brown eyes on me.

I take in a breath. “Thank you. For being there for my brother.”

“I was just a hairdresser.” Her smile warbles as she walks away. “But thanks.”

Suddenly exhausted, I back up until I’m against the wall. I feel myself sinking and realize I’m on the floor, my knees pulled to my chest.

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