His girlfriend is Beth, the best friend and the self-proclaimed adopted sister of Noah and Isaiah, so he holds a lot of weight not just with me, but with a lot of guys in this room.
“I’m going to admit to not being up-to-date on things,” Ryan says to Abby, “but weren’t you shot and then just kidnapped?”
Her face squishes in disgust as she levels a glare at me. “Fantastic. You told everyone. What a great friend you turned out to be.”
She’s needling me. Trying to poke me until I fall off the edge. Abby wants me to get mad, toss her out, drive her home and permit her to continue to sacrifice herself for me and for her grandmother. Abby knows I pride myself on my ability to keep not only her secrets, but my own. She’s testing me...trying to make me believe that she thinks I’m not loyal.
Since I’ve met her, Abby has pushed and pushed and pushed. First into attraction, then into friendship, then into caring. If she walks away now she’ll never come back, and it dawns on me that she’s pushed me into falling in love.
I’m in love with Abby, and I hate her for it. It’s impossible to love someone who is willingly throwing their life away.
“Think I’m a shitty friend, Abby?”
She cocks her head in that seductive, deadly way. “Yes, I do.”
Secrets. Secrets are how Abby operates. It’s how she’s able to keep her job, keep up that damn wall that she throws up any time any of us get too close. Abby told me her secrets. Told me because she trusted me. Told me because she cares about me. Told me to drive me away, but Abby doesn’t understand that I’m desperate to keep her safe even if it means losing her in the process.
“Abby has a lead on who shot her,” I say and Abby’s eyes widen. “And she has no intention of quitting selling, even if it means she’ll die in the end.”
“What are you doing?” Abby steps toward me.
“You said it—your secrets could kill you, so let’s not make them secrets anymore.”
Abby rushes at me like she’s going to take me down, but West snakes an arm around her waist to prevent the tackle. “Easy, Abby.”
“I’m going to fucking kill him.”
“Fine,” I say. “But then you’ll still be alive.”
“You’re such a hypocrite,” she spits. “You keep your secrets, but you can’t keep mine.”
Pain and hurt and agony flash across her face and each emotion tears at me. I draw a hand over my face and dig for the courage to say the rest—to kill what’s left between me and Abby.
“Don’t do it,” Abby begs and Abby never begs. She’s crushing me, but it would crush me more if she died. “Please, Logan, don’t do it.”
“You were shot. You were shot and then you were kidnapped. You don’t have any more second or third chances.”
“Logan...please...” She sags against West’s hold and West looks lost as to what to do. When I glance around the room, we all wear the mask of those who are lost. Abby doesn’t break. Not even when she was shot. Not even when we pulled her bound from the back of a car, but the truth—the truth terrifies her...her truth terrifies us.
I suck in a deep breath and jump off the ledge. “Abby sells drugs because she’s taking care of her grandmother. She’s sick, has Alzheimer’s, and for reasons Abby can explain if she wants, Abby refuses to put her grandmother in a nursing home. She sells drugs because that’s what her father did before he went to prison and Abby’s able to make enough money to care for her grandmother. Abby’s okay getting shot, getting kidnapped, dying because the one person she has in the world needs her. We can judge her. We can hate what she does, but ask yourselves if any of us would do anything different if the people we loved needed us.”
I purposefully meet Isaiah’s gaze. He’s drawn lines. Protects his friend, loves her like a sister, but stays away from anything associated with the drugs. He asked me weeks ago where I stood...if I was solid on where I draw my lines. “I’m solid in where I stand. It’s with Abby. She needs help and I’m going to give it. Where are you standing?”
Abby elbows her way out of Logan’s hold and places as much distance between us as possible. “I hate you.”
I work to keep my face blank. I’m not