“My past is nothing compared to yours or what you went through, Sora. Never downplay what he’s done to you.” There’s a chill in his voice hardly hidden.
“Can I… do you mind if I lay my head on your shoulder? I’m tired and you look pretty comfortable.”
The muscle in his jaw moves, but he holds up his arm, telling me to snuggle in next to him. So, I do. I close my eyes, taking in everything about Logan. The way he feels. Smells. Breathes. I’m afraid I’ve become lovesick and thinking about never seeing him again makes my insides twist in panic.
Twenty-Nine
Shelby hands the customer their change and then softly elbows me in the ribs. “Go see if your man needs a refill. Will ya? Or some food maybe.”
I don’t even deny he’s my man as I grab the orange scone I hid for him and head to his table. What’s the point? The town already thinks there’s something going on between us and I don’t know, maybe there is. The rope I used to keep us at bay is thinning.
Luckily, Olivia hasn’t mentioned anything about my episode to Shelby or her husband. I’m thankful for that, not wanting them to worry.
When I stop in front of Logan’s table, he puts down his phone. My hand goes flying to my hips. “Why have you been sitting here every day for the past five days, hours at a time? Don’t you have to work?”
“I’m drinking coffee and enjoying my breakfast.” He holds up his bagel.
“You meanlunch?”
He’s lucky he stays incredibly fit, or he’d be five hundred pounds by now.
“It’s lunchtime?” Logan pretends to be unaware of the time, me cocking my head in knowing.
“I know what you’re doing and while I appreciate it, you cannot play bodyguard all day every day. You have a life. A job.”
The anxiety of Jason coming back is like bricks sitting on my chest. But as the days go by, I become less frightened, refusing to let him win. I’m finally happy and I won’t give it up withouta fight. However, my friends being victims in all this doesn’t sit well.
The bell jingles and in walks Lana.
“Not you too,” I grumble. She’s been in the café just as much as Logan has, and I know it’s sacrificing her time at the studio.
“Hey. Oh, hey, Logan.” Lana throws him a friendly wave, pretending to be surprised he’s here, and I scoff.
“Lana.” Logan nods, taking another sip of his coffee.
Lana catches my annoyed expression. “Can’t friends visit their friend at her place of employment?”
“Not when said friends are only doing it because they’re babysitting her.”
“I prefer watching over,” she tells me.
“Ugh. Whatever you call it. I don’t want you two to become subjected to my bullshit. I’m fine. If he wanted to come back, he would have by now. He’s probably just trying to intimidate me.” I know that to be false hope, but I need a fair argument. I glance over my shoulder, making sure Shelby hasn’t caught wind of our conversation.
My husband is well off, high in his world, but I will not go down without a fight. Even if my only weapon is staying happy.
The bell goes off again and Crew heads our way.
“Not you too,” I whine, still holding the carafe of dark roast.
“I’m not sure what you mean, beautiful.” Crew grins, nodding to Logan. “I’m actually here to see our man.”
“I’ll be right back.” Logan sets down his coffee, sliding out from the corner booth.
Crew walks out first, brushing past Lana without even a glance, and Logan follows.
Lana crosses her arms over her chest, peering out the window. “Think they’re talking about you?”
With the frequent and suspicious glances Crew gives to me from outside, there’s no doubt.
