Instead, I try to loosen the blow. “We said this was a rebound, right?”
“We said that. We also said it was just going to be one night.”
“I just, I don’t know where we go from here.”
“Got it,” he says.
“Logan—wait?—”
But he’s already moving.
Past me, to the door.
It opens and closes, and a second later, his truck roars to life in the driveway.
Gravel crunches, and then I watch through the window as his truck fades down the road.
And suddenly, the house feels too big. I lean my head back against the wall, close my eyes, and face palm.
“Why did you do that, Cass?”
Chapter Thirty-Four
LOGAN
Ten minutes into my plane being in the air, I’m already being waited on.
“Sir, can I get you anything?”
Gotta love first class. I guess there are some perks to playing in the big leagues.
“I’ll take a scotch,” I say. “On the rocks.”
“Of course.”
She doesn’t blink, and doesn’t question that it’s barely ten in the morning.
She just gives me a polite smile and disappears down the aisle. I lean back in the seat.
The glass shows up a minute later. I take a sip and let it sit, but it doesn’t do much.
“Big day?” she asks.
There’s a hint of something there. Curiosity, and maybe a little flirtatiousness.
“Something like that.”
She lingers half a second longer than necessary, then smiles.
“Let me know if you need anything else.”
“I’m fine, thank you.”
Not rude. Just final. I am oh-so not in the flirting headspace.
She nods, gets the message, and moves on.
I stare out the window at the clouds.
