Jess pales, but she still doesn’t say anything.
I stand up so fast my chair scrapes against the floor and slam both hands onto the table.
“Answer me!”
She jumps.
“I don’t know,” she whispers. “Okay? I don’t know.”
“That’s not good enough,” I snap.
“I was going to tell you,” she says, wiping at her tears. “I just… I thought we were even.”
“Even?” I repeat, stunned. “You thought me kissing another woman is the same as you-” I can’t even finish the sentence.
She lets out a humorless laugh. “It wasn’t just a kiss, Logan. You know it, and I know it. That’s why I went there in the first place.”
“Went where?” I ask, dropping back into my chair.
“I went to Parkway,” she says quietly.
“Lenore’s building?” I ask, confused.
Jess nods. “She wouldn’t see me. Security wouldn’t even let me in. So, I went to the bar across the street to wait her out.”
Her voice gets smaller.
“Only… I ended up drinking. A lot.”
A cold knot forms in my stomach.
“How drunk were you?” I ask.
She looks down. “I’d sobered up when...”
“Right,” I mutter, looking away.
“Logan,” she says suddenly, reaching across the table and placing her hand over mine. “You have to know it wasn’t what you think. I swear, I didn’t even realize what we were doing, and when I did—”
“Shut up,” I grit out. “Just shut up. I don’t want to hear it.”
I stare at her hand like it doesn’t belong there. Like I don’t recognize it.
Then I pull mine away.
“Logan,” she cries. “We can get through this, okay? We’ll go back to therapy.Please.”
“If you’d told me a year ago,” I say slowly, carefully, “I would’ve said yes. I would’ve even felt partly responsible.”
I meet her eyes.
“But now?”
I shake my head.
“Now I never want to see you again.”
Chapter Seven
