“Nope. Whatever you want to do, we will do it.”
“Oh, you really don’t know what you’ve just agreed to,” I replied with a devious laugh.
“I think I do,” he said with a knowing smirk, eyes flicking back to the road.
I held up his phone like a trophy.
“You know, now that I have this, I should see what kind of women you’re talking to. Maybe even check out your search history.”
I wiggled it playfully, waiting for him to flinch, to lunge, to snatch it away, but he justshrugged. Like it didn’t matter at all, and that surprised me.
Buck had always snatched his phone out of my hands like it was on fire. Never let me near it, never let me scroll. But Logan didn’t even blink.
“You won’t find anything exciting on there,” he said easily. “Go on, look through it.” He added with a wink.
And something about the calm, complete, and total lack of panic did something to my heart.
Because in a world full of people hiding things, Logan wasn’t.
Curiosity got the best of me.
I swiped out of the GPS. After all, we had plenty of road ahead of us. I found myself staring at Logan’s phone background. It was a photo from the overlook, Faircloud nestled between the valleys, the sky painted in hues of fading sunlight. It was beautiful. Peaceful. The kind of picture that made youfeelsomething, even if you couldn’t name it.
I didn’t know why I was so curious about who Logan might be talking to. Maybe I was looking for proof of something—anything. A girl, a secret fling, someone he kept quiet about. Something dark to prove he wasn’t perfect.
I opened his messages.
They were filled with names I recognized. A few threads from our friend group. One labeled “Mom.”
I hummed under my breath and swiped out. If there was anything worth snooping through, it was the camera roll. That’s where the truth usually lived.
What was I looking for? I wasn’t sure.
Logan and I knew each other inside and out. His favorite foods, colors, the hobbies he obsessed over. I even knew what side of the bed he always claimed—closest to the door, like some sort of silent protector. Same went for restaurant booths, too. Always guarding the exit.
But his love life? That was a blank page. He knew everything about mine, and yet somehow, I’d never once heard a single detail about his.
Cattle. Pastures. Truck engines. Ridiculous photos of Boone acting like a fool. The occasional blurry sunset or greasy takeout menu.
But then, one caught my eye.
I tapped to enlarge it.
It was a photo of me.
My head tilted back in laughter, hair cascading over my shoulders. Penny stood beside me, her back to the camera. And I looked… happy. Purely, effortlessly happy.
I swiped again.
More photos. All from the surprise birthday party Aspen had thrown for me months ago. All of me—smiling, laughing, eyes full of life.
Emotion hit me like a sucker punch to the chest. Sharp and fast and disorienting. My heart thudded, the weight of a thousand things unsaid settling heavily in my ribcage.
“You never showed me these,” I said softly, flipping the phone toward Logan.
He glanced over, just for a second, and I saw the slight tightening of his jaw, the quick clench before he cleared his throat.
“They’re from your party,” he said, eyes back on the road. “I thought they were nice. I guess I just forgot to send them.”
