Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,10

I need is Brayden telling her father I was hitting on her, and my ass will be right out the firm’s door.

Chapter Six

Brayden

Soaking in the warm bubble bath was nice, even if I was falling apart in there the whole time. I’ve always taken baths for granted, but no more. Not after the three days of sleeping on a piss and shit covered cement floor in a pitch-black room no bigger than a broom closet. I was terrified that I would never be able to leave and that I would die there.

Thank god for Logan.

He said he’s here because he works for my father, but I know the truth — Sadie must have come through, even from miles away. She’s taking summer classes at Duke to graduate early, so my best friend from high school didn’t get to come along with us on our trip. Still, it’s nice to know that I can count on her. I have no clue where my roommate, Jessica, and our friends, Amanda and Christina, are.

Did they leave yesterday, going home as we had planned? If so, it sucks that they abandoned me. I would never have left while one of them was still here in jail, but I guess they didn’t feel the same about me. I hope someone at least grabbed my purse that was left at the club before I was practically kidnapped from it.

Part of me wants to leave this city as soon as possible, but the other isn’t ready to go home yet, because that is where I’ll be going. Not back to school, since I haven’t enrolled in any summer courses. At least at home, my parents will be around, and I won’t be totally alone. That means less time for the asshole who shall not be named to show up for an unexpected visit.

It’s not like I can hide from the man forever, but a few more days would be nice.

The sound of silverware clanging reminds me to get moving. As soon as I’m dressed, I can finally try to eat an actual meal. Looking in the mirror, my stomach that wasn’t exactly flat when we got to Mexico is now sunk in and feels like a hollow tavern. By the time Logan got me out of jail and handed over that granola bar, I had given up on the idea of seeing any food again.

While I’m extremely grateful for Logan taking care of me, I’m also ashamed. Not about him seeing my nudity, because those reservations are long gone. But because after years of hiding behind a smile and peppy personality so that my friends and family wouldn’t find out the truth, Logan saw just how fucked up I was when he got me out of jail. There was no way for me to hide it from him. Having someone witness the lowest point in your life is awful, because I know he won’t ever forget seeing me that way, broken and disgusting, so tired and weak that I could barely walk. The heat of the bathtub didn’t help things either. My limbs now feel like rubber. But I know I need to get moving and put something in my stomach.

Once I get dressed in Logan’s clothes that smell delicious and masculine like him, I use the sink to pull myself to my feet and then hold onto the wall to reach the door. Walking even those few steps takes a lot of effort. While I know the weakness is only temporary, it’s still annoying.

“Hey, you made it out,” Logan says when he looks up from the edge of the bed. In front of him are two covered dishes. “I brought the food up here to save you from the unnecessary exertion.”

“I appreciate that,” I say when I take a seat opposite the second dish. I’ve said the words thank you so many times that I figured I should change it up a bit.

Logan took off his tie and dress shirt, and now his white cotton undershirt and dress pants have water splattered all over them from helping me out of the tub. Seeing him here in the bright lamps, with his closely cut blond hair and stunning blue eyes, I’m surprised I didn’t recognize him sooner. Actually, I’m a little horrified that, of all the people who had to see me in that nasty state, it was him since I’ve had somewhat of a crush on him ever since I spotted him talking to my father