Logan: That was shitty, I’m sorry. Thank you for checking on me.
Then a minute later, after I didn’t respond, another message came through.
Logan: I have leftover cake if you’re interested.
The first smile in hours crept up my face.
Me: Interested.
Logan responded with an address.
I dropped my phone and stared into space for a solid minute convincing myself he was just joking and it would be stupid to just show up.
Regardless, if he did in fact need someone today, someone to talk to, someone who understood, I’d be there.
I raced to the bathroom to freshen up and changed into a clean pair of jeans and a long-sleeved t-shirt. Then crept into Sam’s bedroom, giving her a light shake and waiting for her eyes to pry open. When she registered what I was trying to tell her, she folded herself up.
“Hold up, where are you going—and don’t say the store, you’re dressed too cute for that. And it’s past midnight.”
I told her a text from Logan made me think he needed to talk.
Her eyes were narrowed in scrutiny for a long moment before she rolled them. “Fine, I can tell you everything I think about that, and how it sounds to an outsider like me. But after my coffee tomorrow.” She fell back down onto her pillow.
I gave her a light shove. “It’s not like that.”
She yawned and rolled over in bed. “We’ll find out soon, now won’t we?”
With a shake of my head and a grin, I started to leave until she jumped back up. “Wait, you’re not going over there to tell him are you?”
I shook my head bitterly. “No. Not tonight. It’s going to have to wait.”
Tonight was about being there for him. Not about me and my guilt.
Though I knew it was more than that. I knew there was a bigger reason I refused to say anything tonight.
Twenty minutes later, I pulled up to a building I knew of. I’d driven past it but never knew anyone who lived here; one of the newer luxury buildings in town. There weren’t many. But this one wasn't exactly advertised. There were very few units and from what I understood; was sold out before construction was complete.
For a minute, I had to remind myself Logan played professional hockey, and was known to be one of the best in the league. And the best, typically got paid more. A lot more.
Logan opened the door in nothing but sweatpants. A sheer look of shock on his face.
“Rayne.” His voice was gruff. More than usual.
“Oh gosh, you weren’t serious, were you?”
He relaxed and pulled on my arm, drawing me close. “When it comes to you, I’m dead serious.” he pressed his lips lightly against the corner of my mouth.
I stepped in. “How was the cake?” I asked out of curiosity, but it helped with sidetracking.
“Horrendous. I’m also not a fan of chocolate cake.”
“I’m sorry, what?”
He chuckled. “Come on in, there’s plenty left.”
I didn’t move. “Umm…do you…live here alone?” I wanted to make sure I wouldn’t be surprised but also, the place was enormous. It seemed appropriate to ask.
It was an open floorplan. Gourmet kitchen that took up more than half the back wall, with a double oven built in and endless custom cabinets. Fully stocked as if propped for a cooking show. The rest of the living area had minimal furnishings and not very eye-catching. All dark tones, except for the ivory throw rugs.
