Logan Kade
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“Speaking of bedmate.” He tapped his wrist where a watch would’ve been. “It’s nine in the morning. You stayed with him?”
“Yes.” I leveled him with a hard look. “And piss off again if you’re climbing on that pedestal. That ship has sailed. It’s left the dock, and anything you’re riding right now that gives you the audacity to lecture me, you’re flat-out wrong.”
And I was done with this conversation. Brushing past him, I went to my room. He didn’t follow, not that I expected him to. I was almost to the point where I didn’t give a crap what he did. Almost. But as I tossed my stuff on the bed, I knew that wasn’t true. I did care. I cared a lot.
When I came back from the shower, dressed for the day, Jason had made coffee. He extended a cup to me when I came into the kitchen. “Peace offering?”
I took it. “This doesn’t get you off the hook.”
“I know.”
He was less growly than before, and the knot inside of me loosened. I reached for the bread, but he waved me off. “Go sit,” he said. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You will?”
He opened the fridge and pulled out a container. Lifting the lid, he showed me a pile of eggs. “I’ll make you some of these.”
“You made me coffee, and you’re going to make me breakfast?”
“Yes, and don’t clench your butt cheeks about it. Sit. Let me do this for you, okay?”
“Because of last night?”
He turned on the stove and waved a fork at me. “Listen, I never asked you and your boyfriend to save me.”
I opened my mouth, but he lifted the fork higher and spoke over me. “But I’d probably be dead if you hadn’t, so thank you. And yes, this is because of last night. Let me appease my guilt in some way.”
I grinned, feeling more of the tension inside of me leaving. If Jason weren’t too worked up about last night, I wouldn’t be either. I needed to follow his lead.
As he made me toast, scrambled the eggs, and poured me a second cup of coffee, we relaxed enough to laugh a little. He sat across from me with his own plate filled with eggs and toast.
I pointed to it. “We need bacon.”
He closed his eyes. “That would be heavenly.” His eyes flicked open, and he pointed his knife at me. ”That’s on you. Your dad’s been slacking on the domestic duties. If you want food, you gotta do the shopping.”
I glared, but it didn’t have any heat behind it. Snatching his knife, I put it beside my plate. “That’s enough of you waving utensils at me, and I do do the shopping. I’ve been busy lately.”
He snorted. “Yeah. Busy getting boned by Logan Kade.”
I wanted to groan, but I held it in. Here it was. I knew he’d bring up Logan again. “Okay.” I sat back, pushed my plate away, and nodded. “Go for it. Have your say right now.”
His eyebrows lifted. “I have the floor?”
“You have the floor.” I held up a finger. “This one time.” Then it was my turn.
His lips pressed into a disapproving line before he sighed. “You’re so frustrating, you know? It’s Logan Kade, Taylor. What are you doing with him?”
“Feeling.”
Whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat. His mouth closed, and he gave me a wondering look. “What?”
I wasn’t going to bullshit this away. He deserved the truth. “I’m feeling with him. I’m alive again. I want to do things, like go up to the top of stupid roller coasters and look out over the city. I want to do things like that with him because they make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.”
He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t care. I kept going.
“Yes, I’m having sex with him. Yes, I’m falling for him. And yes, I know he’s going to hurt me.”
But I was too far gone to care. Logan had already given me more than he could take away. A wave of thankfulness rose in me. “I lost my mom. My high school sweetheart—the guy I thought I was going to be with for the rest of my life—abandoned me in the worst possible way. My dad’s body is here, but not him. He went away, too. Logan Kade’s been the first one who made me feel something other than sadness, emptiness, and loneliness no one should ever have to feel.”
“Taylor.” Jason reached over the table and rested his hand on mine. “I’m so sorry. You never said anything.”
“Because I couldn’t.” I squeezed his hand. “I didn’t have the strength to talk about it, much less let myself feel any of that.”
“I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know…” He fell silent. He looked down to his plate. “I’m so sorry.”
I felt the familiar feeling of tears coming and coughed. A person could only cry so many times. “What are you going to do now?” I asked instead. “After last night.”
Jason withdrew his hand and straightened in his seat. An expression flashed over his face, but it was gone instantly. I couldn’t place it, but it left an uneasy feeling. I pushed that aside and waited for his response.
His voice was low and wary. “I don’t know.”
“Jason.”
“Honestly.” He looked up at me, his eyes unusually focused and clear.
I swallowed. That uneasy feeling bounced inside of me again. It wasn’t going away.
“Thank you for letting me come here last night,” he said, his voice raw. “I know Logan would’ve pounded on me if I’d stuck around, and he still will.” A warning flared in his eyes. “If he finds me, he’ll threaten me to stay away from you.”
“Yes.” I leveled him with a hard look. “And piss off again if you’re climbing on that pedestal. That ship has sailed. It’s left the dock, and anything you’re riding right now that gives you the audacity to lecture me, you’re flat-out wrong.”
And I was done with this conversation. Brushing past him, I went to my room. He didn’t follow, not that I expected him to. I was almost to the point where I didn’t give a crap what he did. Almost. But as I tossed my stuff on the bed, I knew that wasn’t true. I did care. I cared a lot.
When I came back from the shower, dressed for the day, Jason had made coffee. He extended a cup to me when I came into the kitchen. “Peace offering?”
I took it. “This doesn’t get you off the hook.”
“I know.”
He was less growly than before, and the knot inside of me loosened. I reached for the bread, but he waved me off. “Go sit,” he said. “I’ll make you breakfast.”
“You will?”
He opened the fridge and pulled out a container. Lifting the lid, he showed me a pile of eggs. “I’ll make you some of these.”
“You made me coffee, and you’re going to make me breakfast?”
“Yes, and don’t clench your butt cheeks about it. Sit. Let me do this for you, okay?”
“Because of last night?”
He turned on the stove and waved a fork at me. “Listen, I never asked you and your boyfriend to save me.”
I opened my mouth, but he lifted the fork higher and spoke over me. “But I’d probably be dead if you hadn’t, so thank you. And yes, this is because of last night. Let me appease my guilt in some way.”
I grinned, feeling more of the tension inside of me leaving. If Jason weren’t too worked up about last night, I wouldn’t be either. I needed to follow his lead.
As he made me toast, scrambled the eggs, and poured me a second cup of coffee, we relaxed enough to laugh a little. He sat across from me with his own plate filled with eggs and toast.
I pointed to it. “We need bacon.”
He closed his eyes. “That would be heavenly.” His eyes flicked open, and he pointed his knife at me. ”That’s on you. Your dad’s been slacking on the domestic duties. If you want food, you gotta do the shopping.”
I glared, but it didn’t have any heat behind it. Snatching his knife, I put it beside my plate. “That’s enough of you waving utensils at me, and I do do the shopping. I’ve been busy lately.”
He snorted. “Yeah. Busy getting boned by Logan Kade.”
I wanted to groan, but I held it in. Here it was. I knew he’d bring up Logan again. “Okay.” I sat back, pushed my plate away, and nodded. “Go for it. Have your say right now.”
His eyebrows lifted. “I have the floor?”
“You have the floor.” I held up a finger. “This one time.” Then it was my turn.
His lips pressed into a disapproving line before he sighed. “You’re so frustrating, you know? It’s Logan Kade, Taylor. What are you doing with him?”
“Feeling.”
Whatever he’d been about to say died in his throat. His mouth closed, and he gave me a wondering look. “What?”
I wasn’t going to bullshit this away. He deserved the truth. “I’m feeling with him. I’m alive again. I want to do things, like go up to the top of stupid roller coasters and look out over the city. I want to do things like that with him because they make me feel things I haven’t felt in a long time.”
He didn’t say anything, and I didn’t care. I kept going.
“Yes, I’m having sex with him. Yes, I’m falling for him. And yes, I know he’s going to hurt me.”
But I was too far gone to care. Logan had already given me more than he could take away. A wave of thankfulness rose in me. “I lost my mom. My high school sweetheart—the guy I thought I was going to be with for the rest of my life—abandoned me in the worst possible way. My dad’s body is here, but not him. He went away, too. Logan Kade’s been the first one who made me feel something other than sadness, emptiness, and loneliness no one should ever have to feel.”
“Taylor.” Jason reached over the table and rested his hand on mine. “I’m so sorry. You never said anything.”
“Because I couldn’t.” I squeezed his hand. “I didn’t have the strength to talk about it, much less let myself feel any of that.”
“I knew it was bad, but I didn’t know…” He fell silent. He looked down to his plate. “I’m so sorry.”
I felt the familiar feeling of tears coming and coughed. A person could only cry so many times. “What are you going to do now?” I asked instead. “After last night.”
Jason withdrew his hand and straightened in his seat. An expression flashed over his face, but it was gone instantly. I couldn’t place it, but it left an uneasy feeling. I pushed that aside and waited for his response.
His voice was low and wary. “I don’t know.”
“Jason.”
“Honestly.” He looked up at me, his eyes unusually focused and clear.
I swallowed. That uneasy feeling bounced inside of me again. It wasn’t going away.
“Thank you for letting me come here last night,” he said, his voice raw. “I know Logan would’ve pounded on me if I’d stuck around, and he still will.” A warning flared in his eyes. “If he finds me, he’ll threaten me to stay away from you.”
