Page 64 of Half Truths (Secret Society 1)
“I don’t know what I was expecting you to drive, but a Ford truck wasn’t it.”
“What were you expecting?” he glanced at me. “A Chevy?”
“Not a truck at all.” I laughed. “Nolan has a Porsche and you guys are like twins, so I figured something like that.”
“I’m not willing to ask my father for anything, especially not a fucking Porsche.” He winked. “But if that’s the kind of stuff you’re impressed by and you want me to get a Porsche next year, I will.”
“I’m not impressed by that.” I felt myself blush as I looked away. “Besides, who’s to say you’ll even know me next year?”
“You don’t think you will?”
“I’m not sure. You’re already sort of famous. By then, you’ll be off in the NHL getting paid big money. I doubt you’ll want to hang out with me.”
“Whose bed will you sleep in when you’re tired and can’t get any rest in your own?”
“I guess I’ll have to find another willing participant.” I focused on the way his hands seemed to tighten on the steering wheel.
It was impossible that he was jealous, right? I mean, Logan Fitzgerald jealous of a hypothetical scenario in which I shared a bed with another man? Yeah right. Still, from where I was sitting, it looked like he cared. We arrived at the football stadium and walked inside, through the door labeled for media, where a security guard was manning the door. I flashed my badge. Logan flashed his smile. We both got in easily.
“Do you think they always have security here?” I asked as we headed toward the field.
“Only when both teams are using the premises to practice. It’s new. We have them too.”
“It’s so weird that they’d think two-hundred-pound of muscle guys would need protection.”
“Do you feel like you need protection?” he asked. I made the mistake of whipping my head toward him too quickly before saying no and I could tell he didn’t believe me. He stopped dead in his tracks. I did too because it would’ve been weird not to. “Why do you feel like you need protection?”
“No reason. I never even said those words.”
“Your face did.”
“Well, ignore my face.”
“Can’t.” His lips twitched. “I’m looking right at it.”
“Well, stop looking.” I turned around and walked faster toward the field.
He chuckled as he walked after me. I didn’t know why, but the way he went zero to sixty when he thought I could potentially be in trouble, rattled me. It was the same earlier today. Logan had gotten between us before I could even tell his brother to fuck off. And now this? It was nothing. I shook it off. I took the cap off the camera and walked to the sidelines, snapping pictures of the guys as they ran drills, drank Gatorade, and huddled around the coach. It was a series of snaps that lasted about fifteen minutes, but they’d do. I closed the cap on the camera and shot a text to Max, telling him I was done with this and would send over the pictures in the morning.
“You don’t want to stay for the entire practice?” Logan asked as I walked back to him.
“For what? To look for my replacement sleeper for when you’re gone?”
The amusement left his face. “No.”
“The quarterback is cute.” I glanced over my shoulder for show, not that I cared or even knew what the QB looked like underneath his helmet. “I guess he’ll do.”
“He has a girlfriend.”
“How do you know?”
“Because I know him.”
“Well, maybe this time next year he won’t have a girlfriend.” I shrugged.
“This time next year you won’t be here. Aren’t you graduating next semester?”
“Good point.” I laughed. Damn it. Logan didn’t laugh though. I watched him as we walked back to his car. He was so serious half the time and so flirty the other. “I think you’re jealous.”
“Of what?” he sounded genuinely surprised.
“Of the thought of me sharing a bed with someone else.”
“I am not jealous.” He scoffed. “Please.”
“Okay, you’re not jealous.” I shrugged as I got in his truck.
He started driving toward campus, making a left at the library. I thought he was going to go into one of the houses that sat nearby, but he passed those as well, and drove down a street that went on and on, until there were no more houses in plain view and all I could see was forest. In the rearview, I could see that we were driving upward and wondered if this was where the first house I’d been to was, on top of the fall. It seemed like we were going in the right direction but I couldn’t know for sure without the map and address. He took another turn, and houses finally came into view. They were far apart from each other though.
“Nolan told me he had an interesting conversation with you,” he said as he slowed his speed.
