fitted vest, but it made her feel safer. On the off chance they had to move with little notice, she wanted it with her.
Satisfied she had everything, Kelsey ducked out of her apartment. She was twisting the lock into place when Harper appeared around the corner.
“Hey, Kelsey,” he called out.
She glanced at him and the pizza he had balanced on his hand. “Uh, hey.”
“You headed out?”
“To the gym,” she said.
Harper nodded. “You want company?”
She tilted her head. “You just came home with a pizza.”
He shrugged.
“I’m good, but thanks.”
“Okay, make sure to stretch,” he called out.
Fuck.
Kelsey turned and started walking through the parking lot. While the apartment complex had a gym, most of them opted to use the basement level gym in the headquarters.
She glanced over her shoulder.
No more Harper.
That was too close.
She wasn’t sure why, but deep down she wasn’t ready for everyone to know. Not yet, at least. Eventually it would come out. She knew better than to think she could keep this a secret. Given what they’d learned today, keeping secrets likely wasn’t a good idea.
Kelsey circled around the back of the first line of vehicles and cut her way through the apartment complex to Logan’s side of the building.
His door was open and waiting for her.
She quickly stepped inside and locked it.
Logan stood bent over the sink with the tap water running.
“Uh, are you okay?” she asked.
He groaned. “I don’t think so.”
She set her bag on the table and came around to stand at the entry to the kitchen. “What happened?”
Logan turned his head and squinted at her. “The guys wanted to get some drinks.”
“Oh dear...” She thumbed over her shoulder. “I just saw Harper. He looked fine.”
Logan held up a finger. “Harper is an asshole. He has a drink leg.”
“A...drink leg?”
“It’s where all the alcohol goes.”
“I see.” She chuckled and leaned on the counter. “Anything I can do?”
“No. I think I’m fine.”
“You sure?”
“Nope.”
“Wait, a second...” She reached over and grabbed a prescription bottle. “Are you supposed to be drinking and taking this shit?”
He turned the tap off and straightened, holding tight to the counter.
She nudged him. “Answer me.”
“I don’t know. It was a dumb decision. I’m kicking myself right now.”
She snorted and shook her head. At least he’d realized his idiocy. “And here I thought I was a lightweight,” she muttered.
“Don’t start. Please?” He placed a hand on her shoulder. “I just want to sit down.”
She covered her mouth to muffle her laughter. “How much did you drink?”
“A pitcher? Or two?”
“By yourself?”
“That’s how they came.”
“Oh my. Okay, you can hold on to me, but if you fall, I’m not catching you. You’d kill me.”
“I’m not going to fall, just stop moving, will you?”
“I’m not moving.” She gestured to her still stationary body. “Right here. Not moving.”
Logan groaned. “I just want to sit down.”
“Well, if you want to sit on the sofa where you’ll be most comfortable, you’re going to have to move. Think you can do it?”
“Yeah.”
He grimaced and put one foot in front of the other.
She led him the short distance to the sofa and stood back as he collapsed back, eyes closed.
Kelsey didn’t know what to make of it. She’d never thought of Logan letting go enough to do something like get drunk. It was so at odds with his up-tight demeanor at work.
She covered her mouth with her hand, hiding her grin.
He was a pretty cute drunk.
Once again, he was in jeans and a worn blue Henley. Only tonight he had the beanie on and a generous amount of stubble darkening his jaw.
She sighed, toed off her shoes and curled up next to him. He reached out immediately, capturing her hand in his.
“How are you? Did you have fun with the girls?” he asked.
Even drunk, he was worried about her. That was new and different. She didn’t hate the idea. Hell, she’d been wondering what he was doing.
“Yeah, it was nice, I guess.” Deep down she’d wanted to be here and not out, but she wasn’t ready to say that. Not to him or anyone. “How’s your shoulder?”
“Fine. It doesn’t hurt much.”
“Hm.” She wasn’t sure she believed that.
Her phone chimed. Without thinking, she reached into her pocket and pulled it out.
“Who is it?” Logan asked. “Sorry, I shouldn’t ask that.”
“You can ask. I don’t have to answer.” She turned the screen toward him. “It’s my sisters.”
He pried his eyes open. “Yeah?”
“I never replied to their Thanksgiving text, so I sent them this.” She showed him the conversation.
He took the phone and sat up