That was worth something.
If she closed her eyes, she could hear the voicemails she’d deleted—frantic, begging her to tell him what was going on with her mom and, in her anger, she forgot that Logan had that piece of him too. He might have been a major asshole when it came to Milo, but he wasn’t a monster.
A year’s worth of hurt shed from his skin in a moment. She watched as the weight of her request settled over him.
“When do we leave?”
After stopping at a gas station to stock up on snacks and caffeinated beverages, they hit the road. It was a little under a four-hour drive, which left plenty of time to dive into all the things they’d left unsaid along the way, one of the biggest appeals of taking him with her.
Hanna was done stuffing all of her feelings down. She was ready to purge them.
She let him lead, not wanting to force him to process at the same rapid pace she’d chosen to keep since getting home.
“Can I ask you about him?” Logan floated as the Phoenix skyline faded in her rear-view mirror. He gripped the steering wheel, falling into the same pattern they’d always kept. He drove, she DJ’d. “Or is that off-limits?”
She desperately wanted to keep it off-limits, but that wouldn’t help either of them move forward.
“Nothing is off-limits today. That’s the point of this.”
“Okay, good to know. Are you guys...” Logan trailed off, unsure what descriptor was appropriate to use.
“Together?”
His teeth sank together against a slow bassline as she shifted away from a playlist that reminded her a little too much of green eyes and whiskey.
“Yeah.”
“No,” she whispered, struggling to admit the next part, “I haven’t spoken to him since I left.”
Logan was shocked by this. “At all?”
She opted to fuck with the aux cord instead of looking at him.
“Not a word.”
“I find that hard to believe, I gotta say.”
“Why is that?”
She could sense his discomfort discussing Milo. He was likely trying to shove down the parts that made them both sweat.
“Hanna, there aren’t many guys who would jump in to defend a girl who they didn’t deeply care about the way Milo did for you, repeatedly. He was willing to take a punch to the face if I hadn’t calmed down. I’ve known Milo for years and, even though we aren’t exactly buddies, especially after what we’ve put him through, I just assumed you guys were leaving Vegas as a couple.”
“Oh,” she sighed. For some reason, it hurt even more that Logan saw it too. “He told me about Michaela.”
Logan frowned. “I shouldn’t have brought that up, we were kids?—”
“It actually helped your case. I thought you were just being a possessive asshole, but I understand now there’s some lingering shit up there.”
She reached over and tapped his temple. Logan laughed, a sound she had not heard in far too long. It released a cord in her chest, unfurling a parachute behind them.
Logan glanced over as he switched lanes. “So, what’s stopping you from hopping on a plane right now?”
“He’s seeing someone else,” she deflected.
Logan, despite a good portion of her inner monologue’s accusations, was not stupid. He knew that was yet another trauma he’d contributed to.
“I’m sorry.”
