Wrecked Book 3 (9 page)

“Amber,” I repeated stiffly, my voice clinging to my throat as it tried to come out. “Yes. I guess it was Amber that I saw.” I hesitated, then asked, “Who is she?”

Running his hand through his blonde hair, he let out a sigh. “She’s an old friend of mine. We’ve been through a lot together, so when she’s in town I make a point of spending some time with her.”

I frowned. The way he said it made it sound like they were
only
friends, but I saw how friendly they were together. I noticed the way they laughed, how he put his arm around her. It didn’t look like just friendship to me.

“Well, I’m sure you guys had a lot of catching up to do,” I said icily.

He made a frustrated sound. “It’s not like that, okay? Amber and I are just friends.”

I shook my head. “Forget it. This was a stupid idea. I shouldn’t have come here in the first place.” I turned to go, but before I could Logan’s strong hand caught me by the upper arm and turned me back around to face him. Maybe I should have felt a little scared. He’d told me, after all, that violence was in his blood. That he was worried he too would end up violent like his father, inflicting physical pain on those he was supposed to love.

But I wasn’t worried. Instead, all I could think of was how warm his hand was wrapped around my arm. How I wished I’d worn less layers so that I could feel his skin against mine. How I wished that more than just his hand was touching me.

“Why are
you
angry?” he demanded, oblivious to my swirling feelings of desire for him. “I’m the one who was basically told that he was nothing by the girl of his dreams.”

“I’m the girl of your dreams?” I asked in a small voice.

He hesitated for a moment, then tried his best to find his anger again. “That’s not the point,” he told me, but he wasn’t near as annoyed or furious as he was a moment ago. “The point is that you said we were nothing to each other. That you barely even
knew
me. And now you’re off going on cute little cliché dates with that stupid pretty boy with his hipster band and his rich boy, premed dreams.”

My eyebrows rose in surprise. “How do you know so much about Derek?”

He shook his head. “It doesn’t matter. Point is, I do. And I know he’s exactly the kind of guy you’re supposed to be with.” Pain flickered across his features, but he seemed to forcefully shove it aside. “I get it. I do. I’m the exact wrong person to go for, but damn it, I thought we made a connection! I thought that night… I didn’t think it was just sex, Addy.”

A lump formed in my chest and I realized that I really had messed up coming here. I should have left well enough alone. It was stupid for me to be here. It was stupid for me, because I couldn’t seem to resist Logan and now… now here he was telling me something that I couldn’t hear.

“I felt something, Addy,” he told me, his voice dropping lower. “I think…” He took a deep, shaky breath. “Addy, I think I’m in love with you.”

THE END

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