I swallow. “He’s okay.”
Jade glances at me in the rearview mirror. “Okay likeokay, or okay like you’re lying to make me shut up?”
I roll my eyes. “He’s…stable. We’re managing.”
Jade nods, then, because she can’t help herself, adds, “And how’s Mr. Limping-But-Still-Annoying?”
My stomach flips.
I keep my face neutral. “Logan’s fine.”
Blakely’s gaze slides to mine. “Fine like okay, or fine like you’re still lying to make us shut up?”
I glare. “Traitors.”
Jade laughs, delighted. “So, it’s like that.”
“It’s not like anything,” I snap.
Jade hums. “Sure, Sloane. Sure.”
I sip my coffee just to have something to do with my mouth that isn’t thinking about Logan’s mouth. That thought makes my cheeks warm.
Jade sees it instantly. Her eyes go wide like she just witnessed a miracle. “OH MY GOD.”
I groan. “Jade?—”
“You’re blushing,” she announces like she’s calling a game-winning shot.
“I am not.”
Blakely smiles faintly. “You are.”
I clamp my jaw. “Stop looking at me.”
Jade grips the steering wheel like she’s fighting for her life. “Did something happen?”
“No.”
Jade’s grin turns feral. “That was the fastest ‘no’ I’ve ever heard in my life.”
Blakely’s voice is soft, careful. “We don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want to.”
I exhale hard. I should say no. I should shut this down.
But there’s something about being in a car with two girls who love me and aren’t afraid of my edges that makes the truth feel…possible.
“It was…a moment,” I admit, staring out the window.
Jade almost swerves. “Amoment? That’s not a denial.”
Blakely’s eyes widen, but she stays calm. “Sloane…”
I grip my coffee tighter. “It doesn’t matter.”
Jade makes a noise of deep offense. “It matters to me.”
Blakely tilts her head. “Do you want it to matter?”
