“Doesn’t matter.” Logan flashed a quick smile, pacing back up the street towards Dylan’s house. This town was a death trap. He had to get out before anything else happened to suck him back inside. “I was happy to do it.”
“Why?”
She circled around in front of him, stopping him in his tracks. One hand was pressed against his chest as she stared searchingly into his eyes.
Again, those eyes threw Logan off track. But this time he managed to speak. “Why what?”
“Why did you bail him out in the first place?” There was a curiosity there that needed to be satisfied. A burning desire for answers she couldn’t control. “And why do it anonymously?”
Because it was the right thing to do.
Logan stared down at her for a moment, before pushing gently past. “Someone had to—”
“Dylan!” She stopped him again, refusing to let it go. “That’s not an answer.”
Logan didn’t know what exactly made him do it. Perhaps it was the five hours he’d just spent in jail. Perhaps Spartacus laying on his chest had deprived his brain of vital oxygen. But he suddenly found himself thinking in exactly those terms. As Dylan. What would his brother do?
“Come to dinner with me, and I’ll tell you.”
Lacy stopped cold, her lips parting in surprise. At first, it looked like she was on the verge of smiling, then a sudden coolness hardened the edges of her face.
“Why? So you can cheat on me?” He stared down at her uncertainly, and she put her hands on her hips. “Come on, Dylan. I didn’t know she was married? Of course you did—that’s like the standard line. You think I’m an idiot? Going out with someone like you?”
His confidence vanished as quickly as it had come, leaving him depressingly numb.
“No...of course not,” he said softly, pushing past her once more. “I’m sorry. Enjoy the rest of your night.”
He was all the way across the street before she called out to him. Already pulling out his phone to book himself a flight, when he heard her sweet voice on the other side of the road.
“You like dancing?”
He stopped in his tracks, a beaming smile sneaking up the sides of his face.
“I love it.”
Chapter 15
Confession: Logan did NOT love dancing.
But as it turned out...he loved dancing with Lacy.
The club was called Glitter, and it lived up to its name. From the second Logan stepped inside, his eyes were assaulted with a barrage of multi-colored lights flashing from every corner of the room. The ground itself was sparkling, and the miniature disco balls mounted onto the ceiling made the entire place look like it was in a constant state of confetti-explosion.
He hesitated automatically in the doorway, but proceeded forward when Lacy took his hand—weaving them effortlessly through the crowd. She bypassed the main dance floor, for which he was overwhelmingly relieved, but then bypassed the bar as well—which only confused him. He was about to ask where exactly she was leading them, when she came to a sudden stop at one of the booths pushed up against the far wall.
“Lacy! You made it!”
For the second time, Logan froze in place—looking down in surprise at what looked like a festively-themed birthday party. A table of no less than twelve woman stared back up at him with wide, wondering eyes, before Lacy stepped forward with a warm smile.
“Of course I did—you only turn twenty-six once!”
“Twice,” a woman wearing a rhinestone tiara corrected under her breath. “I’ve decided to either stay where I am, or start reversing it.”
Lacy whipped a card out of her purse with a smile. “Good to know.” She handed it off, then remembered Logan standing by her side. (Remembered him because twelve drooling women couldn’t take their eyes off him.) “Girls, this is Dylan. Dylan, these are the girls.”
There was a chorus of infatuated hellos, to which he flushed and smiled shyly back.
“And who is the birthday girl?”