Page 45 of Half Truths (Secret Society 1)
“Positive.”
“What makes you so positive?” I pulled the sheets back and climbed into one side of the bed.
I was wearing jeans and an oversized gray cable knit sweater. Not the most comfortable thing to sleep in, but also not the most uncomfortable, and I wasn’t about to take off my jeans. Logan had black sweatpants and a black t-shirt on. He kicked off his shoes and climbed into the other side of the bed.
“Your bed is so comfortable.” I closed my eyes with a sigh. “Are you going to set the alarm?”
“Yes, master.”
I smiled, eyes still closed. I knew I was going to fall asleep in under five minutes. As I turned over and got even more comfortable, bringing my knees up to my chest, I remembered I’d asked him a question and he’d never answered.
“Hey, Logan.”
“Hm.” He sounded like he was on the verge of falling asleep too.
“You never answered. What makes you so sure you’ll win the fight against the boyfriend you think I have?”
“Because, Mae.” He yawned. “I’d be fighting for you.”
My eyes shot open. I glanced over my shoulder, but his eyes were shut and his face looked peaceful. Had he really just said that?
Chapter Nineteen
When I woke up, Logan was already out of bed. Music was playing in the en suite bathroom, but I couldn’t make it out because it was too low. As I sat up and pushed the sheets away, I stretched and yawned. I wasn’t sure how long I’d slept, but I definitely felt like I’d gotten my energy back. My head whipped in the direction of the en suite bathroom door when it opened and I saw a shirtless Logan walking out. The black sweatpants he wore hung low on his hips, covering half of the V that disappeared into them. There was absolutely no denying Logan worked on his fitness. A lot. I glanced away quickly, too quickly. Too obvious.
“Did you sleep well?”
“Yes. Thank you.” I continued stretching my arms, unable to look back at him. It felt weird knowing I’d slept beside that specimen and didn’t do anything but. I stood. “I, um, should go. I have to do a few things before I head to the rink.”
“See you later.”
I smiled, grabbed my phone from the nightstand, and walked out of the room in a daze. “Thanks again,” I called out.
“You don’t have to thank me, Amelia,” he said, picking up a shirt and pulling it over his head. “You look like you got more rest in one hour than you have since I saw you at your parent’s house.”
“It was dark.”
“What?”
“When you saw me at their house. It was dark.”
“When you saw me it was dark,” he said. “I was there the entire time.”
I stared at him for a beat. From his expression, I could tell if I asked questions, he’d answer, but I had no questions. Not about that and not for him. He’d already told me to stay away from the cloaks, which meant he wasn’t one of them. Otherwise, he’d known what they did. He may have even been there. I blinked away from him and waved as I rushed down the hall to my own apartment, shivering as I thought about him being there. I couldn’t fathom a situation in which he would’ve been there to lock me in a dark room and then gone and invited me to sleep in his bed because he knew how tired I was. I needed to stop before I continued to drive myself crazy.
* * *
I was still looking over my shoulder when I arrived at the rink. I’d pocketed the ominous little black card sent to me and the one I found that had my brother’s name on it. At the very least, I’d show up and find out why they were so adamant about me going. Maybe they wanted to give me answers. I pulled open the door of the rink and walked inside, following the music that was playing. As I approached the ice, the Foo Fighters got louder, and I saw that the team had already started doing drills.
When I was little, I used to go to all of Lincoln’s practices and games, mostly because we had the same nanny and Mom dropped the three of us off together. As I got older and started getting interested in dance and swimming, it was his turn to get dropped off with me. And of course, once we reached a certain age, we stopped attending each other’s practices. I still went to his games though. Dad used to joke that when he was little, soccer was the only thing he knew, the only equipment you needed were legs and a ball, but his kids decided to play a sport with a stick and a ton of equipment.
