Sean frowned. “I’m your friend, too.”
“But you sort of gave me permission, didn’t you?”
His eyes crinkled as he grinned at me in the mirror. “I did, didn’t I?” He released me to step back. “You done in here?”
My hand moved to my stomach. “Yeah. I can’t believe I threw up already.”
“I think you just swiveled too fast.” Sean took my hand as he opened the bathroom door.
The women who had been waiting gave us the side-eye as we exited together, and I realized they likely thought we’d been using the bathroom for something naughty. The idea of it made my cheeks hotter.
When the stage came in sight, I paused to study the band, letting go of Sean’s hand. Logan looked good, and his voice was even better than I remembered, if that was possible. His eyes met mine, and I watched them widen as he continued to sing. A smile spread across his face, and he nodded at me. He remembered me.
My stomach swirled again as I made my way back to my barstool. Fries and water were waiting for me.
“No more alcohol,” Jack said.
“Yes, Dad,” Sean teased, reaching for a fry.
“Those are for her, to soak some of it up.”
“Sorry, Jack. I didn’t expect to get sick so quickly.” I reached for the water.
“It’s fine. You feeling better?” He searched my eyes.
Before I could agree, Logan’s voice filled the microphone. “This next song is for someone special. I hope you remember it, Hailey.”
I swiveled more slowly this time to face the stage, not surprised at all to hear the song he started singing. It was my favorite of the ones he’d written during those few months we were together. Not a love song. No, he sang about being uncertain but moving forward anyway.
My eyes filled.
“You two know each other?” Sean asked.
“Yeah.” I wiped at the tear that had slid free as I faced the bar again. “He’s the guy I broke up with when Neil told me he loved me.”
Jack stared at me, the wrinkles back on his forehead. I was more sober after losing the contents of my stomach, so I kept my fingers to myself, reaching for my water glass again.
Sean hummed in his throat. “So he’s your real type? Makes sense. Reminds me of someone.” He grinned at Jack. “A musician with a nose.”
“Oh, no. Logan’s nose isn’t nearly as good.” The words were out before I thought them through, so maybe I was a little more drunk than I thought. I studied my old boyfriend. His nose was smaller than I remembered.
Jack had a hand over his face, his eyes shut, and I worried he’d taken it wrong.
“I meant that in a good way,” I blurted out.
“Don’t worry. Jack got it.” Sean chomped on another fry.
Jack took a deep breath, opening his eyes. “I’m going to…” He waved vaguely down the bar, walking away.
“Did I offend him?” I asked Sean, worried.
Sean patted my shoulder. “Jack’s just taking it in. He’ll be fine.”
I nodded, reaching for my own fry as I let the rest of Logan’s song settle around me. He played a few more before taking a break. To my surprise, he stepped off the stage to walk straight to the bar.
“Hey, Hailey. Been a while.” Logan’s dark hair was a curly wave that fell in his face, and his blue eyes were as warm as I remembered.
“Logan, hi.” I scrambled up, starting to hug him, but hesitated. “Uh, do we hug? I don’t want to overstep.”
