when I’m with him, and all the turmoil that has been weighing down on me since seeing Logan last night lifts from my chest.
“I’ve missed you, kid,” he admits softly, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “It’s been almost three weeks.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been swamped with school.”
“Don’t worry about it. I was going to track you down if I didn’t see you in the next day or two anyway. Your dad called for the usual update and I didn’t have much to give him.”
I roll my eyes and step back. “I talk to him at least twice a week. He knows how I’m doing.”
“Yeah, well it’s not reassuring enough I guess.” He chuckles and sits against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, looking like his usual badass self. His black swirling ink that’s woven up his cut arms are on full display from the muscle tank he wears. Rumpled hair falls across his forehead, the dark contrast highlighting his icy blue eyes.
I swear he gets better looking with age, they all do. Not that thirty-two is old by any means, but as time goes on they only seem to get more attractive. If I didn’t love them like brothers I would drool over them like every other girl on the planet. However, the thought leaves me feeling all sorts of awkward, but I have to admit, I do see the resemblance between him and… Don’t go there, Anna. I take a seat on the love seat across from him and drop back with a heavy breath.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sensing my inner turmoil.
“I have to tell you something,” I start quietly, anxiety starting to niggle its way up my throat. He’s going to be pissed when I tell him where I was last night, but I’m hoping the shock of Logan will ease that.
“What is it?” he presses, concern etched deep on his face.
“You’re never going to believe who I saw last night.”
Something flickers in his eyes, something that has suspicion rearing inside of me. “Who?” he asks easily—too easily.
“Logan.” His expression never wavers, and I quickly realize that this is no surprise to him. I shoot off the couch and point an accusing finger at him. “You knew!”
“Anna—”
“How could you keep this from me? You of all people!” I shout, betrayal thickening my words.
“It wasn’t my place.”
“Not your place? Just whose side are you on here?”
He takes a step toward me and reaches out but I back away. “Yours. I’m always on yours and you know that.”
“No, I don’t! Not any more,” I grind out.
“Yes, you do, you’re just angry right now, which I get. But I only recently found out myself.”
“You’ve known longer than me!”
He blows out a breath and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Listen, this is bigger than us. I couldn’t tell you, and honestly, I didn’t think you would ever see him anyway since…” He trails off and his gaze narrows. “Hold up. Just where the hell did you run into him?”
My heart begins to palpitate, more with nerves than anger now. I twist my hands in front of me and don’t respond but I don’t need to because he knows.
Pure fury resonates on his face, reminding me just how scary he can get when he’s mad. Leaning over he slams the door, and I flinch from the loud bang, surprised that the wood didn’t splinter from the force. “What the fuck were you doing there, Anna?”
With a lift of my chin, I stand my ground. “I took a break for once and went out with my roommate for some fun. Little did I know what the hell I would be walking into, no thanks to you .”
His gaze turns downright lethal, clearly not liking that response. “You don’t need me to tell you that place is fucking dangerous. You’re smart enough to know better. What the fuck were you thinking putting yourself at risk like that?”
“How dare you lecture me after what you’ve done. You completely betrayed me!” I argue back, my voice cracking from the emotion burning my throat. “Forget it, I’m out of here.”
“I’ve missed you, kid,” he admits softly, pressing a kiss to the side of my head. “It’s been almost three weeks.”
“I know, I’m sorry. I’ve been swamped with school.”
“Don’t worry about it. I was going to track you down if I didn’t see you in the next day or two anyway. Your dad called for the usual update and I didn’t have much to give him.”
I roll my eyes and step back. “I talk to him at least twice a week. He knows how I’m doing.”
“Yeah, well it’s not reassuring enough I guess.” He chuckles and sits against the edge of the desk, crossing his arms over his chest, looking like his usual badass self. His black swirling ink that’s woven up his cut arms are on full display from the muscle tank he wears. Rumpled hair falls across his forehead, the dark contrast highlighting his icy blue eyes.
I swear he gets better looking with age, they all do. Not that thirty-two is old by any means, but as time goes on they only seem to get more attractive. If I didn’t love them like brothers I would drool over them like every other girl on the planet. However, the thought leaves me feeling all sorts of awkward, but I have to admit, I do see the resemblance between him and… Don’t go there, Anna. I take a seat on the love seat across from him and drop back with a heavy breath.
“What’s wrong?” he asks, sensing my inner turmoil.
“I have to tell you something,” I start quietly, anxiety starting to niggle its way up my throat. He’s going to be pissed when I tell him where I was last night, but I’m hoping the shock of Logan will ease that.
“What is it?” he presses, concern etched deep on his face.
“You’re never going to believe who I saw last night.”
Something flickers in his eyes, something that has suspicion rearing inside of me. “Who?” he asks easily—too easily.
“Logan.” His expression never wavers, and I quickly realize that this is no surprise to him. I shoot off the couch and point an accusing finger at him. “You knew!”
“Anna—”
“How could you keep this from me? You of all people!” I shout, betrayal thickening my words.
“It wasn’t my place.”
“Not your place? Just whose side are you on here?”
He takes a step toward me and reaches out but I back away. “Yours. I’m always on yours and you know that.”
“No, I don’t! Not any more,” I grind out.
“Yes, you do, you’re just angry right now, which I get. But I only recently found out myself.”
“You’ve known longer than me!”
He blows out a breath and runs a frustrated hand through his hair. “Listen, this is bigger than us. I couldn’t tell you, and honestly, I didn’t think you would ever see him anyway since…” He trails off and his gaze narrows. “Hold up. Just where the hell did you run into him?”
My heart begins to palpitate, more with nerves than anger now. I twist my hands in front of me and don’t respond but I don’t need to because he knows.
Pure fury resonates on his face, reminding me just how scary he can get when he’s mad. Leaning over he slams the door, and I flinch from the loud bang, surprised that the wood didn’t splinter from the force. “What the fuck were you doing there, Anna?”
With a lift of my chin, I stand my ground. “I took a break for once and went out with my roommate for some fun. Little did I know what the hell I would be walking into, no thanks to you .”
His gaze turns downright lethal, clearly not liking that response. “You don’t need me to tell you that place is fucking dangerous. You’re smart enough to know better. What the fuck were you thinking putting yourself at risk like that?”
“How dare you lecture me after what you’ve done. You completely betrayed me!” I argue back, my voice cracking from the emotion burning my throat. “Forget it, I’m out of here.”
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