Page 28 of Cruel Summer


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“I think I can.”

“No. You can’t. It sounded like you meant something deeper, and now I want to know.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Did you mean me and Will?”

He let out a hard sigh. “No, Sam. I didn’t. I meant exactly what I said.”

Her cheeks felt hot. So maybe she was now obsessively digging for the truth behind everything because she must not have done it when she should have with Will.

Maybe his comment felt weighted because it was.

To her.

Even if he hadn’t meant it to be.

“It’s just…he’s your friend, Logan. I have a hard time believing he didn’t say anything to you, or give hints about what he was feeling.”

“I don’t know more about your marriage than you do. Even if he had said something, I would never assume that what he said to me was more true than what he said to you.”

“Why is that?”

“Because some guys like to talk shit. It doesn’t mean anything. Don’t you complain about him to your friends?”

“Sometimes, but…”

“Do youmeanall of it or are you venting?”

“I mean, sometimes both. I believe all of it, and I love him, and I need to say it them because it might not help to say it to him.”

“So that’s exactly what I mean. But no, he never told me he had a burning desire to have an open marriage.” He laughed when he said it.

“You think that’s funny?”

“I don’t get it as a concept. What the fuck is the point of marriage, then?”

“Some people find it very…”

“Fine,” he said. “But it’s not the deal you had.”

“No. It’s not. But don’t make me feel like I have to defend him. Please.”

“You don’t have to. There’s no one here. I’m his best friend, remember? You’re his wife. If there was a nicer take to be had on him, one of us would have it.”

Logan had taken her side here. Unequivocally.

“He said he envied me?” Logan asked.

“Yes,” she said. “Not the reason you’re single, but that you have freedom.”

“He knows me well enough not to say that bullshit.”

For a minute there was nothing but the sound of the engine, other cars, their tires on the road, and the pop punk she still had playing.

She was tired.

She was tired of thinking about Will. Worrying about Will. Wondering about Will.