My cheeks flamed hot. Lucas had no idea just how badly we’d shredded one another. Or how often. And on how many surfaces inside this cabin.
“Yeah, well, we haven’t had to see that much of each other. We work long hours.” Logan spoke for the first time, staring across the cabin with a flat, hard look in his eyes. I watched him briefly, willing him to look at me, desperate to know what he was thinking.
“That’s right, you have a job. Logan said you work in the gardens—and you’ve been scavenging—tell me about it. Tell me about everything!”
Rubbing my hand over my forehead, I shook my head. “I don’t even know where to begin,” I said softly. “I don’t know what to say or what to—”
Lucas pulled me off the bed and to my feet, wrapping his arms around me. “You don’t have to say anything,” he murmured, dropping his face in my hair. My cheek pressed against Lucas’s chest, I could see Logan out of the corner of my eye, his eyes on me, his flat expression giving nothing away.
“Aw, Will,” Lucas whispered, squeezing me tighter. “You have no idea how much I missed you.”
My mouth floundered and my eyes filled. “Me too,” I whispered hoarsely, my eyes still locked with Logan’s. “I thought… I thought I’d lost you forever.”
