The Lucky One(90)

“Think about what I told you. And be careful, okay?”





28

Beth

She could barely see through the windshield, but this time it had less to do with the rain than her inability to concentrate. After Keith had left, she kept blinking in confusion as she stared at the file, trying to make sense of the things her ex had told her.

Logan had Drake’s photograph . . . Logan had become obsessed with her . . . Logan had decided to seek her out . . . Logan had hunted her down.

She found it hard to breathe, and it had been all she could do to go to the office and tell the principal that she had to go home. The principal had taken one look at her face and agreed, offering to cover her class the rest of the afternoon. Nana would pick up Ben after school, Beth informed him.

On the drive home, her mind flashed from one image to the next, a kaleidoscope of sight and sound and smell. She tried to convince herself that Keith was lying, grasping for a way to rationalize his news. It was possible, especially considering the way he’d lied in the past, and yet . . .

Keith had been serious. More professional than personal, and he’d told her something she could easily check. He knew she would ask Logan about it . . . he wanted her to ask Logan . . . which meant . . .

She squeezed the wheel, possessed by a feverish need to talk to Logan. He would clear this up. He had to be able to clear this up.

Water from the river now stretched across the road, but in her preoccupied state, she didn’t realize it until she plowed into the water. She jerked forward as the car almost came to a stop. The river flowed around her, and she thought the water would stall the engine, but the car continued to roll forward into ever deeper water, before finally emerging in a shallower patch.

By the time Beth reached the house, she wasn’t even sure what to feel, other than confused. One instant she felt angry and betrayed and manipulated; in the next, she was able to convince herself that it couldn’t be true, that Keith had lied to her again.

As she came up the drive, she found herself scanning the rain-swept grounds for Logan.

Up ahead, through low-hanging mist, she could see lights on in the house. She considered going in to talk to Nana, longing for Nana’s clarity and common sense to straighten everything out. But when she saw the lights on in the office and noted the propped-open door, she felt something catch in her throat. She turned the wheel in the direction of the office, telling herself that Logan didn’t have the picture, that the whole thing had been a mistake. She bounced through muddy puddles, the rain coming so hard now that the wipers couldn’t keep up. On the office porch, she saw Zeus lying near the door, his head raised.

She pulled to a stop out front and ran for the porch, rain stinging her face. Zeus approached her, nosing at her hand. She ignored him as she walked inside, expecting to find Logan at the desk.

He wasn’t there. The door that led from the office to the kennel stood open. She steeled herself, pausing in the middle of the office, as shadows moved in the darkened corridor. She waited as Logan emerged into the light.

“Hey, Elizabeth,” he said. “I didn’t expect to see you . . .” He trailed off. “What happened?”

Staring at him, she felt her emotions threaten to boil over. Her mouth suddenly felt papery dry, and she didn’t know how to start or what to say. Logan said nothing, sensing her volatile state.

She closed her eyes, feeling on the verge of tears, then drew a careful breath. “Why did you come to Hampton?” she finally asked. “I want the truth this time.”

He didn’t move. “I told you the truth,” he said.

“Did you tell me everything?”

He hesitated for a fraction of a second before answering. “I’ve never lied to you,” he said, his voice quiet.

“That’s not what I asked!” she snapped. “I asked if you’ve been hiding anything!”

He appraised her carefully. “Where’s this coming from?”

“That doesn’t matter!” This time, she heard the anger in her tone. “I just want to know why you came to Hampton!”

“I told you—”

“Do you have a picture of me?”

Logan said nothing.

“Answer the question!” She took a step toward him, biting out the words. “Do you have a picture of me?”

She wasn’t sure how she expected him to react, but other than a soft exhale, he didn’t flinch.

“Yes,” he said.

“The one I gave Drake?”

“Yes,” he said again.

With his answer, she felt her whole world begin to topple like a row of dominoes. All at once, everything made sense—the way he’d stared at her when they first met, the reason he was willing to work for such a low wage, why he’d befriended Nana and Ben, and all his talk about destiny. . . .

He had the photo. He’d come to Hampton to find her. He’d tracked her down like prey.

All at once, it was difficult to breathe.

“Oh, my God.”

“It’s not what you think. . . .”

He stretched his hand toward her, and she absently watched it draw closer before she finally realized what was happening. With a start, she reeled back, desperate to put more space between them. All of it had been a lie. . . .

“Don’t touch me!”