Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
I suck in a breath, and it feels like he’s physically punched me in the gut. It’s been two years. I figured he had been dating anyway, but seeing it and knowing it is another thing. Unable to hide the hurt, I need to escape. I jump out of the car, shut the door, and without another glance at Logan, I practically sprint to the stairs that lead to my apartment.
The hurt is unbearable, and I’m left with a feeling of complete and utter defeat. It’s devastating because any hope I’d had for me and Logan is gone. I’m not sure what else I can do. He doesn’t want to talk about our past or what happened. He doesn’t want to hear me out. It’s over… and I’m not sure what to do with that.
CHAPTER 9
LOGAN
It’s been hours since I dropped Bree off, and I can’t stop thinking about her. I’m nursing the same beer I got out of the refrigerator two hours ago, my feet are propped up on the coffee table, and there’s something on the television, but for the life of me, I couldn’t tell you what is happening on the screen.
No matter how hard I try to clear my head, all I can think about is Bree and all the unanswered questions I have.
What is it about these nightmares she’s having? She never had nightmares when we were together. And what was Aiden talking about when he said he thought I could be one of the guys from the city? And then her acting like she didn’t cheat on me and break my heart. Fuck, why did she look so devastated when I said I was going for coffee with Amy? She was broken-hearted, and no matter how much I want to hate her, I can’t. I hated seeing that look in her eyes, but it’s even worse knowing I put it there.
I lift my arm and look at my watch. Eleven o’clock.
I’m sure she’s asleep. The need to talk to her or to at least know she’s okay is overwhelming. I wish I could turn this need for her off, but I can’t.
Without second-guessing myself, I grab my truck keys off the coffee table and stand up. I’m in shorts and a T-shirt that I changed into after my shower. I hastily put on socks and shoes and am out the door not a minute later. I’m not sure what the urgency is all about, but I just need to get to her.
I park on the side of the street and look up at her apartment window. Savage Ink is still lit up, and I can see two people in there, but Bree’s light upstairs is off. I turn off my truck and just stare into her dark window. I don’t know what I thought I’d see, but there’s a calm that comes over me, knowing she’s safe and in her bed.
The light comes on as I'm about to push the button to start my truck. My heart starts to race. Did she have a nightmare? Or is it something else?
I watch her pass by the window, and I know I can’t sit out here a second longer. I grab my keys, get out, and am crossing the street with my eyes trained on her window. I try the door at the bottom of the stairs, expecting it to be locked, but it’s not. I’ll be addressing that with her landlord, Aiden, in the morning.
I take the stairs two at a time and don’t stop until I’m standing in front of her door. I lift my hand to knock but think twice about it. It’s going to freak her out if she hears someone knocking at her door this late at night. I pull my phone from my pocket and find her name in my contacts. The first thing I do is unblock her. Then I hit the button to call her.
I can hear the phone ringing in her apartment, and almost immediately, she answers. “Logan… is that you?”
“I’m standing outside your door. Come open it?”
“What… what are you doing here?”
She opens the door, and I turn the phone off and pocket it. The sight before me tells me I made the right call. Her eyes are swollen, telling me she’s been crying. Her hair is wild on her head, and she looks exhausted.
I push my way into her apartment, and without saying a word, I shut the door, lock it, and kick off my shoes. I walk through the living room, down the hall, and stop outside her bedroom door. Her scent envelops me, and it’s going to take all the strength I have to do what I’m thinking about doing. I turn and see that she’s following behind me, watching me curiously.
“What are you doing here, Logan?”