“It was here. After the graduation party. I ran into Lizzy in the hallway. I couldn’t sleep. Turns out, neither could she. So…”
“You fucking had sex with her, didn’t you?”
All I can do is rub the back of my neck and give him a tortured, sheepish look.
“Are you fuckingkidding me!?” he whisper-hisses. Twisting his head around to make sure no-one is in the vicinity of the closed, sliding glass door, he downs the rest of his drink and sets it on the ground between our chairs. “No wonder she was so sad after you left!”
Guilt wrenches in my gut when his expression changes from anger to devastation as he whispers, “And you made meyour accomplice. You asked me not to tell her because you were too much of a coward to say goodbye.” His face turns stormy again. “Youasshole!”
Carefully, I reach down, pick up his empty glass, refill it and hand it over.
Then I drop the real bomb.
“I love her.”
“God damn it, Rowan. I fucking know that. I just… I had no clue you two were sneaking around back then,” he grimaces before swallowing half of his refill.
“I know I didn’t handle it how I should’ve. I’m sorry for dragging you into it that way. Truly.”
“Ugh. The only reason I’m not giving you a bloody lip right now is because, like I told you before. You’ve always had a thing for my sister. Even when we were kids, I could see it. How different you were with her.”
Twirling the dark liquid in my glass, I sigh. “She thinks this whole fake relationship crap is just that. Fake. But for me? It’s not. She’s going to forgive me, Lo.”
“You’d better hope to God that’s true, my friend.” He flashes me a grin. “So… how soon are you going to go from my best friend to brother-in-law?”
“Fuck’s sake, man. Let’s not get ahead of ourselves. One step at a time. Okay?”
Logan gives me a smug look and shakes his head.
“So, what’s up with you and this Reyna chick?”
Cringing, he side-eyes me, holding out his empty glass. “First of all, she’s not a chick. She’s a fucking angel.”
He looks just as shocked as I am when the words tumble out of his mouth, and I burst out laughing. “Angel, huh?”
Grabbing the bottle, I slosh more whisky into his glass. Looks like someone might need a ride home.
“Seriously. I had to put her on an opposite shift to minimizeus crossing paths, but with one of my EMTs leaving, it looks like I’m going to have to shift her over to mine,” he grumbles. “At least until I can find a replacement.”
“Sounds like someone got himself into a bit of a pickle.”
“Dude. Seriously? Who even talks like that?”
I shrug. “What can I say? Some lines tend to stick with me.”
“I’ll bet,” he says with a snort. “You ever use those lines to pick up women?”
“Shit. All I gotta do is give ‘em a look and they’re on me like white on rice.”
“Jesus.”
“Please. Like you have any trouble getting your dick wet.”
Logan tips his head back against the chair and blows out a breath. Rolling his wrist, he swirls what’s left of his whiskey before he tips it back, leaving it dangling empty in his hand.
“Brother. I haven’t felt like getting my dick wet in over a year. Not since Reyna.”
Well.Shit.
