“What about Logan?” Sasha questions. “Did you ever confront him about it?”
I nod. “Yeah, a few days later. He said Rowan made him promise not to tell me. Said it would be easier that way.” I roll my eyes with a snort. “Easier for whom?”
“Men can be such idiots,” Sasha mutter-growls.
“The thing is,” I explain. “I would’ve understood if he’d just talked to me about it. I just... All I wanted was a chance to say goodbye.”
sixteen
The hammeringin my head beats in time with the pounding on my door. Groaning, I roll over and bury my face in my pillow, hoping whoever it is will just go the fuck away.
Unfortunately, life can be an asshole.
And we don’t always get what we want, do we kids?
“God damn it, Lizzy! Open up! I know you’re in there!”
Fuck’s sake.
My brother can be annoyingly persistent.
“Go away!” I yell, immediately regretting my outburst as pain shoots like a white hot laser through the middle of my skull.
“Not happening! Open the door or I’m gonna use my key!”
Cursing under my breath, I drag myself out of bed. The room spins slightly as I stumble across the room to the front door and yank it open with enough force it has me swaying on my feet.
“What?” I growl, squinting at my twin through bleary eyes.
Logan pushes past me, carrying a cardboard tray with two cups. “Good morning to you too, sis.”
“Whatever,” I snap, closing the door before following him to the kitchen.
“Here.” He hands me a cup. “Black, two sugars. And take these.” He pulls a bottle of aspirin from his pocket.
Despite my annoyance, I’m grateful for the caffeine and pain killers. “Thanks,” I mutter, popping two aspirin before washing them down with a sip of coffee.
He leans against the counter, studying me. As a six-foot-four fire fighter who also works as Search and Rescue, he’s a guy you don’t ever want to mess with. I swear, if he really wanted to, he could lift a bus over his head.
“So,” Logan starts, crossing his arms over his massive chest. “Want to tell me what the hell happened last night?”
“Nothing happened,” I sigh, moving past him to collapse onto the couch. “I just wasn’t in the mood to party.”
“Don’t give me that shit,” he huffs, taking a seat next to me. “You took one look at Rowan and bolted. What the hell was that about?”
I take another sip of my coffee, buying time. “I was surprised, that’s all. You could have warned me he was going to be there. When you told me you had a surprise, he was the last thing I expected to see.”
“Would you have come if I had?”
“No.”
“Exactly.” He sighs, raking a hand through his hair. “Look, I know you two had some kind of falling out back in high school, but that was forever ago, Lizzy. Don’t you think it’s time to let whatever it is go?”
Those words make something inside me snap. “Are you being serious right now?”
“Of course, I’m serious! What happened between you two that was so terrible you can’t even be in the same room with him?”
“Nothing.”
