Logan’s mouth twists like he’s deciding whether to commit violence.
Then he says, flatly, “A girl named Emma in the fourth grade.”
Jade blinks. “That’s boring.”
Logan shrugs. “Sums up my life.”
I snort. “Liar.”
Logan’s gaze flicks to mine. A hint of amusement. “Yeah?”
Jade squints. “Wait. Fourth grade is when you met Cameron.”
Logan’s eyes narrow like he’s clocking the trap. “Yes.”
Jade’s grin returns. “So Emma was at Cameron’s school?”
Logan rolls his eyes. “Jade.”
Jade claps her hands. “Oh my God. He’s lying.”
Blakely murmurs, “He’s definitely lying.”
I glare at them both. “Leave him alone.”
Jade gasps, “Ohhhh, she defended him!”
“Shut up,” I snap.
Logan’s mouth twitches like he’s enjoying this more than he wants to admit.
Jade spins again, and this time the bottle lands on me. Of course it does.
Jade’s eyes light up like Christmas. “Sloane Rhodes.”
I straighten. “No.”
Jade laughs. “Truth or dare?”
I can feel Logan’s gaze on me—steady, quiet.
I swallow hard. “Truth.”
Jade’s grin goes sharp. “What’s the meanest thing you’ve ever said to someone and regretted?”
My stomach drops.
The room tilts.
I can feel my pulse in my ears.
Because I know the answer.
It’s not what I said to some girl in seventh grade or a ref last month.
It’s the things I’ve said to Logan over the last two years because it was easier to hate him than to admit he hurt me.
I stare at Jade. “That’s not fair.”
