Logan’s nose wrinkles up, as if disgusted by the mere thought, and he crosses his arms over his chest. “Well, since we both know that clearly isn’t the case, what’s actually going on?”
Shit.
I was so concerned about getting here to tell Logan what happened, I didn’t really give much thought to how I’d deliver the news. Which, in hindsight, is a bit of a problem. So rather than finessing it in any way, shape, or form, I just…blurt it out and hope for the best.
“I may have outed our relationship at the press conference,”I say, wincing as the words come out. “And by may have, I mean I one hundred percent did.”
I brace myself, ready for him to be pissed about me doing this without talking to him first. Yet Logan just blinks a couple times and then drops down on the end of my bed with a frown.
“Uh, yeah. I know.”
Double shit.
“How? It was only like thirty minutes ago.”
He offers a pained smile before lifting his phone screen to me, showcasing all the notifications. His font is small and hard for me to read, but I do catch a few names on his text notifications—his parents and brother being among them.
I don’t try to make out anything they say, though. Part of me doesn’t really want to know, especially after opening my own text from Oakley on my way home.
Oakley: How the hell did you interpret “ask my brother for help with your class” as “you should start dating him”?
Needless to say, I’m not in a huge rush to respond to that one.
My lips pull back in a grimace when I meet Logan’s gaze again. “I’m sorry. The boyfriend comment was an accident. I didn’t realize the mic was still on. But maybe I should’ve ignored the questions after. At least it would’ve given you the chance to…I don’t know. Tell your family first?”
“Why? It’s not like we got married,” he points out with a snort. “Besides, it was as good a moment as any. Go big or go home, right?”
I cock my head, not sure I heard him right. Probably because he’s being oddly chill about this, and I don’t entirely trust it.
“I guess that depends on how they took it.”
He shrugs. “I mean, Mom and Dad were fine with it, obviously, since Oakley’s gay. As I expected, they’re just glad to hear I’mdating,” he says, rolling his eyes. “They were just moresurprised it came out like that.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know. Probably just because I’m pretty private compared to the rest of my family.” He must see the horrified expression on my face, because he shakes his head and waves me off. “It’s okay. I knew what I was signing up for with this whole thing. Hell, it was my idea, remember? It being publicized is kinda par for the course for a PR relationship.”
“That’s kinda the only reason I mentioned you by name,” I admit sheepishly.
“No, it was smart. Maybe it’ll take the focus off the video for a while, seeing as they were trying to fillet you alive on that front.”
I frown and drop onto my bed beside him. “Yeah, that was pretty rough.”
My phone buzzes in my pocket, and I groan. There’s no telling who it is, but I’m almost certain I’m not going to enjoy who or whatever it is. And sure enough, my heart drops right out of my asshole when I see the name on the screen.
Louis Spaulding.
“You need to answer that.” I glance over to see him looking at the screen, only to lift his gaze to mine. “Put it on speaker and pretend I’m not here.”
Taking a long, steadying breath, I steel myself for whatever ass chewing I’m about to receive, and hit the green button to accept the call.
“Louie S., my man. What’s the tea?” I say in an attempt to break the ice.
Logan’s lips roll inward, no doubt matching the face Louis is likely making on the other end. The only difference is Logan is clearly trying not to laugh.
In fact, I can almost hear Louis’s exasperated eyeroll on the other end before he says, “Good evening to you too, Camden.”
“It is a good evening, isn’t it? We won, after all. But enoughabout me. What can I do ya for?”
