“Me,” I whisper.
“No.” Logan shakes his head, his blond hair flopping in front of his eyes. He shoves it back with a jerk of his hand. “You’re running scared. And I get it. All of this is scary. But Iamcommitted to you. I won’t let anything bad happen to you or Reed.”
My breathing is shallow and my head is a mess. Why is he fighting me on this? I’m right. Breaking things off between us is the most logical answer. He doesn’t really want this; he just feels like he has to step up. It won’t last.
Shaking my head, I blow out a ragged breath. “I can’t do this right now.”
Logan’s expression is anguished. “Are you breaking up with me?”
“I just need some time. I need some time to think. We both do. You say you’re committed, but you deserve time to figure out what you mean by that.”
“You’re breaking up with me.”
It takes every ounce of my will to tug my hands from his. “I’m saying I need time to figure things out. And so do you.”
He shakes his head sharply. “I don’t.”
Rising on unsteady legs, I take a step away from him, even though everything inside me screams to throw myself into his arms.
Head before heart.
Reed’s needs before my own.
“I’m sorry. But I do. Thank you for bringing me home. I’ll call Bryse and arrange to get my car. You don’t need to worry about that.”
“Don’t fucking do this, Blair,” Logan grinds out, standing. He reaches for me, but I take another step back.
“I’m really tired. We can talk more later.”
He stares at me, the air between us growing thick with all the things neither of us is willing to say.
Just when I’m about to break, Logan gives a sharp nod. “Right. We’ll talk more later.”
This time, when he steps toward me, I let him. My eyelids flutter closed as he leans down and brushes the softest kiss across my forehead. He doesn’t say another word as he turns around and walks to the door. Tugging it open, he pauses. I almost call out for him to stay but clamp my lips shut.
With one last look back, Logan walks out the door, closing it quietly between us.
I suck in three ragged breaths, and then I break.
forty-six
LOGAN
My pulse poundsin my ears as I storm out of Blair’s building.
She’s trying to break up with me. She’s trying to break up with me because she’s scared. Because some crazy chick is threatening her and Reed.
Reaching my car, I pull my fist back. I barely stop myself from breaking my hand and my window. But that won’t help anyone.
“Fuck!”
An old man walking down the sidewalk whips his head around to glare at me.
“Fuck,” I say, quieter this time. I don’t know what to do. But what can I do? Blair is stubborn. If she sets her mind to something, there’ll be no changing it. And I can’t even blame her for her thought process. Because she’s right. I have been very vocal about my feelings regarding relationships. It’s never been a secret that I have no intention of getting married or having kids. And that hasn’t changed.
Has it?
My muscles are sluggish as I open the driver’s side door and climb into the car. My body almost feels too heavy to heft into the seat, but I manage it. And then I sit there, breathing heavily, as I stare at the brick wall of her apartment building.
