Page 61 of Half Truths (Secret Society 1)
“Let me hold the door for you,” he said smoothly.
“Thanks.” I walked through. He followed. I shot him a look. “Weren’t you leaving?”
“I was, but maybe I changed my mind.” He kept grinning.
There was no warmth in his eyes as he smiled. Even this reminded me of Logan, the way he had the ability to turn his warmth on and off. I heard a conversation and turned my head in that direction. Logan was sitting there with a man that had to be his father, because even though his skin tone was a few shades lighter than theirs, he looked just like them—dark hair, chiseled jaw, green eyes.
“So, you live here?”
“Yeah.” I blinked back at Patrick, whose eyes were now making a slow perusal of my body. Again, I didn’t feel creeped out. What was wrong with me?
“Absolutely not.” The shout came from Logan, and it was more of a growl than a shout. Our attention whipped in that direction and I saw him stomping over to us, a fierce expression on his face. “Weren’t you leaving? Get the hell out.”
“Oh.” Patrick chuckled. “You like this one?”
“Get out. Now.”
“I don’t think I will. I was having a conversation with, what’s your name, sweetheart?” He brought his hand up, but before he could get it anywhere near my face, Logan slapped it down and got between us.
“Try to touch her again and I’ll kill you,” he said, his voice unnervingly low. “If you ever so much as look at her, I will fucking kill you. If you even think about her once you leave this building, I’ll fucking murder you in your sleep. Is that clear enough for you?”
Patrick chuckled again. “Pops, you hear this guy?”
“Please leave, Patrick. We’ll talk later,” their dad said.
Not that I could see him from behind Logan, who took up my entire line of vision. I could feel the anger radiating off him and that was enough to keep me there. If he was acting like this, it was serious.
“Mr. Fitzgerald, do you need assistance?” That was Gary.
“No, Gary. Thank you. I think I’ve made it clear to my brother that he’s not welcome here,” Logan said.
“Crystal,” Patrick muttered, walking away. He waited until he was by the door to say, “See you soon, little bro. I guess I’ll wait until you’re done with your plaything to have a go.”
I wrapped my arms around Logan just as he moved to charge at the door. It didn’t work. He dragged me with him. Gary ran over and Logan’s dad ran over and they both managed to form a blockade in front of him. I managed to unwrap my arms from around him and step back, waiting for him to calm down. I’d never seen him like this. Ever. At hockey practice he’d come close, when he’d played against his teammates, but this was something else. If he brought this kind of energy on the ice, I would hate to be his opponent.
“You should go,” his dad said. “We’ll take it from here.”
“Thanks. I’ll wait.”
“He’s right. You should go.” Logan turned around quickly.
He wasn’t breathing as hard as he had been a moment ago, but his eyes still looked murderous. He still looked beautiful. The urge to drag him upstairs and make us both forget this shitty morning was enormous. I licked my lips, wondering if I should offer, but stopped myself. His father was standing right there. Gary was standing right there, and I didn’t think he would report such a thing to my father, but you never knew. It was all it would take for him to fly over here and make me go home. My parents weren’t the most involved, unless they thought there was a chance I could get pregnant. Then, they were all over my shit. Just looking at Logan made my ovaries hurt, and kissing him last night had been . . . a lot. He watched me as I watched him. The longer I stood there, the less upset he seemed. I wasn’t sure if he could read my thoughts or not, but I swear I felt like he could. I felt myself blush. His mouth lifted slightly. Not a smile, but the tell of amusement.
“I left something at your door that you need to do. Someone will come pick it up shortly,” he said.
“Okay.” I frowned.
“And I’ll pick you up at five. For the thing.”
“Five. Okay. I have to take some pictures of the—”
“Football practice. I know. I’m picking you up at five, we’ll go by there, and then do what we need to do.”
“Cool.” I smiled. “Have a good rest of your morning.”
“So far, this has been the best part of my morning.” He scoffed. “See you later, Mae.”
“Later, Moriarty.” I winked as I walked away, smiling at the elevator doors as he chuckled behind me.
