at the New Year’s party.
“No problem,” he replies. “And you don’t have to keep thanking me. I’m just relieved that you’re out of that place.”
I’m not really offended that Logan doesn’t remember me from when we met at my parents' house. How could I be upset with the man who saved me from the worst place in the world? And he’s definitely easy on the eyes. Sitting across from him, I can take all of him in better than when he was carrying me or right next to me in the cab. He’s an incredibly handsome man with sympathetic eyes and an athletic body that’s strong enough to lift me like I weigh nothing. It makes me wonder if some lucky woman has snatched him up yet like the catch he is.
“I ordered you a burger and fries, so I hope that’s okay,” he tells me as he lifts the silver lid off of the plate in front of me.
The mouthwatering smell hits me like a punch in the face.
“Oh my god, that smells freakin’ amazing,” I tell him as my stomach perks up and takes notice. Picking up a French fry, I dip it in the ketchup container and then pop it into my mouth.
“Mmm, so good,” I close my eyes and moan.
“You’re a cheap date,” Logan teases. When I open my eyes, he digs into his own plate that’s identical to mine.
Unable to resist, I pick up my burger and chomp into it. After chewing the first bite with more moans, I tell Logan, “This right here is the best thing I’ve ever eaten.”
“It’s pretty good for hotel food,” he agrees. “I’m sure you’re ready to get back home and enjoy some home cooking. We should be able to get a flight out tomorrow morning.”
I nearly choke on my food hearing that. Washing the bite down with the bottle of water Logan hands me when he must notice the stricken look on my face, I ask him, “Have you talked to my parents yet?”
“Shit,” he mutters. “No, not yet. We should call them,” he says as he wipes his hands on a napkin and then pulls his phone out of his pocket.
“Wait!” I exclaim. Reaching across the bed, I grab his arm to stop him before he can dial any numbers on it. Leaning forward causes the collar of his V-neck tee to hang open, which I’m guessing puts my breast on display. My assumption is confirmed when Logan’s eyes momentarily glance down for a peek and then snap right back up to mine because he’s a gentleman. I don’t bother adjusting the collar because I learned a long time ago that, when you flash just a little bit of skin, most men will give you pretty much anything you want.
“Will you tell my parents that I’m still in jail?” I ask Logan in a rush.
“What? Why would I do that?” he asks with his forehead bunched in confusion.
“Because I don’t want to go back home yet.”
“Well, that’s too bad. Your father’s counting on me to get you out and bring you home as soon as possible.”
“Did he actually say that?” I ask with a tilt of my head.
Logan looks away from me before he responds. “Not in those exact words…”
“Did he even ask you to come down here or did Sadie?”
Blowing out a breath, Logan runs his fingers through his hair and says, “Sadie. But your father was worried.”
“No, he wasn’t. He thinks I do this sort of thing for attention! But you saw that place. Why would I want to sit in that shithole jail for three days without any food or water?”
“Why did you get arrested?” Logan asks.
I shake my head, refusing to answer that question. Leaning back, I say, “It doesn’t matter.”
“Yes, it does.”
Going back to my fries because I can’t resist them for another second, I say, “Not to my parents, it doesn’t. They gave up on me a long time ago and have no idea what I’ve been dealing with, what’s waiting for me back at home…”
“And what’s that?” Logan asks, making me pause in my chewing when I realize I just overshared.
I’ve never talked to anyone about this, not even Sadie, because no one would understand. And while I don’t intend to spill everything to Logan, a man I barely know, I have to share something with him if I want him to understand and agree to give me a few days to gather up enough strength to face what’s waiting