“Hello, sweet girl. Aren’t you pretty?” Logan speaks to her in a hushed voice.
Seriously? She doesn’t let anyone hold her and even I can’t hold her like that. What a floozy.
He turns to look at me and smiles.
“I met your cat. She’s sweet. What’s her name?”
“Pen, short for Penelope. And she’s usually not that sweet.”
“Huh, is that so?”
He looks towards Morgan who is now sound to sleep, sprawled out on his back, paws in the air with his tongue hanging from his mouth.
“Ironic how we both have pets named after our favourite characters from our favourite TV show.” He tilts his head and raises an eyebrow.
“Huh. Never made the connection before.”Liar, liar pants on fire.
“Sure, you didn’t.”
He places Penelope back on a perch in the cat tree and scratches her ears before meeting me back in the kitchen where our pizza is sitting on the table. He already has it set with plates, glasses of ice water, and napkins. Very domestic of him.
We sit in awkward silence eating our pizza for a few minutes before we both speak at the same time.
“Why are you here, Logan?”
“I came to apologize for last night.”
Setting my pizza down, I reach for my napkin and wipe my mouth. Leaning back in my chair, I meet his eyes.
“What exactly are you apologizing for?” I ask.
He tips his head back slightly and rubs his hands over his stubbled jaw before he meets my eyes again.
“I’m sorry I was rude to Danny and made you feel uncomfortable. I’m sorry I accosted you in the hall. That really wasn’t okay. I’m not trying to make an excuse, but I didn’t anticipate how seeing you with someone else would affect me.” He pauses for a moment before continuing, “I knew I wouldn’t like it, but I didn’t expect to feel so jealous. And I also drank way too much.”
“You don’t say,” I deadpan. “First of all, I don’t owe you an explanation, but it’s not a secret that Danny and I are no longer dating and haven’t been for a few years. We still enjoy each other’s company when he visits. He has been a good friend.”
I don’t know why I’m compelled to tell him any of this.
“Yeah, I know all about Danny,” he mumbles, shifting in his chair.
“And how exactly do you know‘all about Danny’?’” I glare, using my fingers to air quote.
I swear if Riot has been feeding him private information about me, I’ll have his balls.
“Okay, not all about him. I just know that you dated and broke up.”
“And how exactly did you hear that?”
“Let’s not pretend I never asked about you, okay? But don’t worry, Riot is like a vault. I asked and he censored what he told me. Fuck, I didn’t even know you moved here.”
“Riot has been a good friend.”
“I know. I would like to try and be friends with you again too.”
“Why? Why do you think you want to be my friend again?”
“I’ve missed your friendship.” He pauses again and takes a drink.
