“Can’t he stay with your parents?” Hanna asked.
“It’s a two-hour drive into the city. He has interviews lined up all week.”
Hanna chewed on her lip. “Why is he interviewing?”
Sara leaned toward her. “He, uh, quit his job.”
“What?” Hanna and Milo said at the same time.
Sara waved her hands. “I didn’t get the details.”
Hanna’s phone buzzed again in her hand. “Why is he blowing up my phone?”
“I don’t know, but what a perfect opportunity to tell him you’re here!” Matty quipped.
“Ahhh, fuck,” Hanna grumbled. She stepped out of the kitchen and into the living room, answering the first call from Logan in over a year. “Hey?”
“Oh, Hanna, hey! Sorry, I’m used to getting your voicemail.”
She laughed awkwardly.
“Listen, I’m glad I caught you. I’m in San Francisco for the week, and I’ve been thinking a lot about how we left things in Phoenix and the Vegas trip coming up. I really just wish we could clear the air.”
“Okay,” Hanna said, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“I don’t want the entire bachelor party weekend to be us fighting. I was just thinking it could be fun if you came out for a few days and we… I don’t know… broke the ice a little.”
Hanna paced across Milo’s living room, the traffic from the street below bubbling up and adding to her anxiety.
“Um. Well. Maybe?”
Logan’s voice pitched up. “Really?”
“Yeah, I mean, I guess that’s not the worst idea.” She grimaced. It might have been the second-worst idea she’d had that day. She wasn’t sure where it fell, her belt loops still warm with the whisper of Milo’s touch.
“I can talk to Matty and Sara, I’m sure they’re cool if I crash on their couch and you take the guest room.”
“I… don’t know about that, Logan.”
“I’ll be on my best behavior,” he said, the tone of his voice a familiar velvet. “I’ll give ‘em a call, but look at flights.”
“Uhhh yeah. Okay. I will. Bye!”
Hanna hung up before he could say anything else, turning back toward her audience as they all waited.
“He… wants me to come out to San Francisco for a few days so we can hash things out before Vegas.”
Sara’s brows arched, the red returning to Matty’s face.
“He said he’ll talk to you two tonight about me staying in the guest room.”
Sara snorted. “Logan’s really making a lot of assumptions, Matthew.”
Hanna whispered, “He wants me to look at flights.”
The air in the apartment tightened as eyes bounced back and forth. Matty groaned.
“And you just… didn’t feel the need to mention you were already here?”
