Logan - Lane Hart Page 0,14

and give you some privacy,” he tells me before he gets up and walks toward the bathroom and stops at the doorway. “Is it okay if I shut the door?” he asks.

Considering it for a moment, I don’t feel nearly as confined in the open area of the bedroom, so I tell him, “Yes.”

With a nod, he goes inside and closes the door gently as if not to freak me out. Then, I hear the shower turn on.

I’m unable to stop myself from picturing Logan removing his shirt…then his pants…finally his boxer briefs before stepping into the shower, letting the water fall over his hard body.

The tightening in my lower belly tells me I’ve gone too far and need to get a grip. I have to remind myself that even if Logan were interested in me after witnessing me being pulled from practically a sewer, it’s impossible. He works for my father, and then there’s the same reason I won’t let him help me get a restraining order. The stalker in my life would eventually find out about Logan and ruin his life.

Shaking my head to clear the smut out of it, I look down at Logan’s phone and dial the numbers I know by heart, calling my best friend even though it’s past midnight. Sadie answers right away, like I expected she would.

“Hello?” she says urgently into the phone.

“Hey, it’s me,” I tell her since she won’t recognize Logan’s number.

“Brayden! Oh, thank god. Are you okay? We’ve been so worried about you.”

“I am now,” I tell her.

“What the heck happened?”

“Long story, but Logan Davenport showed up tonight, thanks to you, and got me out,” I explain.

“I’m so glad he was able to make the trip so fast. If he couldn’t, I was going to.”

“What? No,” I reply. “You’ve got school. And if you miss one day of summer, that’s like three regular classes.”

“I know, but you’re more important.”

“I appreciate that,” I tell her with a smile. “But everything is fine now. I think we’re going to stick around here a few days, so I can at least get somewhat of a vacation. Just don’t say anything to my parents, okay?”

“No problem. I won’t call them again now that I know you’re okay. And they…” Sadie hesitates before finishing her sentence.

“And they won’t call you because they don’t give a shit,” I finish her sentence for her.

“Sorry, Brayden.”

“It’s not your fault; it’s mine,” I assure her. “But don’t spend a second worrying about that.”

“If you say so,” she replies, then I hear her yawn.

“Sorry to call you so late. I’ll let you get back to sleep.”

“Okay, and I hope you have some fun, if you can, the next few days.”

“I’ll try,” I agree. “Logan’s…nice.”

“He’s nice, huh?” she asks in a teasing tone.

“Yeah, he is.”

“And that’s the only adjective you’re gonna use to describe him? Not that he’s super smart, or, oh, I dunno, really hot?”

“Don’t let Jude hear you say that,” I joke with her.

“Tell me about it. Good thing he’s in the living room watching a movie and can’t hear me. Logan is like Jude’s arch nemesis,” she tells me with a giggle.

“His what?”

“The two of them have a competition going on, trying to be Xavier’s favorite uncle.”

“Aww, that’s so sweet,” I say with a smile

“Jude swears he’s X-man’s favorite but hates that Logan has the home field advantage since we’re miles away.”

“Too funny,” I tell her, laughing as I picture the two grown men fighting over a little boy’s affections. Jude’s a great guy. And I’ll admit that I’m a tiny bit jealous of what Sadie and Jude have together. I’m so happy Sadie found someone perfect for her. I just wish I could have the same thing they have instead of the messed-up so-called relationship I got stuck with…

“Well, get some rest, and I’ll talk to you soon,” Sadie says.

“You too,” I tell her and then end the call.

Before I can put Logan’s phone down, it starts vibrating in my hand with the name “Page” appearing on the screen. Since I can still hear the water running in the shower, I decide to answer so she won’t worry.

“Page?” I say into the phone.

“Yeah. Brayden?” Page asks, her voice hoarse and raspy like she’s sick.

“Yes,” I reply. The two of us have met several times since she’s Sadie’s somewhat sister-in-law.

“So did Logan get you out, or did he somehow end up in jail with you?” she asks, and I’m glad that she’s making light of it because I