Regret quickly overshadows my moment of happiness as I recall the way I so easily dismissed Connor. What if doesn’t forgive me? What if he thinks I’m batshit crazy? What if I threw away my one chance at real happiness?
“No,” Logan snaps, catching my attention. “Your smile is fading. Why in the world is your smile fading?”
“What if I already ruined everything? It wasn’t like we were together long. What if he’s decided I’m a flight risk?”
“Girl…” Logan clucks her tongue. She stands up and I follow suit. “We’re all flight risks. It’s what makes us human. And guess what?”
“What?”
“Humans make mistakes, and the really awesome humans—like Connor—forgive those mistakes.”
“Did he tell you he’d forgive me?”
“Hell no,” she scoffs. “And trust me, I’ve tried to talk to him about it, but all I’ve gotten are grunts and nods. You know, the typical male bullshit. That’s the other reason I knew you were in his life for good.” I cock a brow, urging her to continue, and she rolls her eyes. “Connor tells me everything about everything…except when it comes to you.”
Wow. That’s surprising, especially if they’re best friends. Tyson used to tell Harley everything. It was one of the things that pissed me off the most. Maybe appearances aren’t the only way that Connor and Tyson are different.
“I’ve spent the last three days begging him to give me the nitty-gritty details, but the brute won’t budge. His lips are sealed because you’re important to him. And if you’re important to him, you’re important to me.”
Logan barely gets the last word out before I yank her into my arms. At first she doesn’t hug me back, but that’s okay; I don’t take offense to it. I just keep squeezing until she finally does. It starts with a pat on my back and then her grip on me tightens.
“Maybe we can both come first,” I say, wanting so badly to be Logan’s friend.
“Nah,” she says. “You should come first. That’s how it should be. Plus, I’m moving to Tennessee.”
Gripping her shoulders, I pull back until we’re eye to eye. “You’re moving to Tennessee?”
“Yep. Connor didn’t tell you?”
I shake my head. “But I didn’t exactly give him the chance.”
“Well, I am, and I need someone here to look after my brother. I need to know he’s taken care of. And I could really use someone that’s willing to help me out when I bring a cowboy back home with me.”
Furrowing my brows, I try to picture Connor meeting Logan’s cowboy boyfriend. Connor in his Chucks, long hair, beard, and colorful tattoos, versus a Stetson-wearing cowboy. That could be really interesting. “I promise to run interference,” I say.
“See?” she says, nudging my shoulder. “This is going to work out perfectly.” Logan’s eyes soften. “Who knows, maybe I’ll get a sister out of it.” She tried to sound flippant, but I could see past her façade.
“I think that sounds fantastic.”
Logan’s face lights up, and for several seconds we both just stare at each other.
“Well, I better get going,” she says, nodding toward the door.
“Are you going to Connor’s?” I ask.
“No,” she says, winking at me. “You are.”
It’s been three days since Brittany walked out of my house. I shouldn’t care, considering I’d only known her for a hot second, but boy was it a hot second. The best damn hot second of my life.
And that right there is exactly why I can’t let her go.
I can’t…and won’t.
She stunned the hell outta me with the story about her fiancé. As much as I hated to hear what happened to her, it explains her reaction to Logan being a female. I can’t say I blame her for being upset. If the roles were reversed, I probably would’ve lost my shit, too.
My heart broke for her, and by the time I came up with something to say, she was already gone. I pounded on her front door for nearly an hour, begging her to talk to me. It wasn’t until Logan grabbed my arm and physically pulled me back to my house that I finally gave up. But even then I didn’t really give up, because I can’t stop thinking about her and I’d be lying if I said I haven’t been plotting ways to get her back.
I’ve been with my fair share of women, but not one has affected me the way Brittany has. Her big blue