Toxic: Logan's Story (Torn #4)(66)

I shrugged. “I don’t know what I’ll do. We’ll have to wait and see.”

“You’ll make the right choice. Of that, I have no doubt. I’ll leave you alone, so you can get settled in. I’m going to order something for dinner. Does Chinese sound good?”

“Yeah, just order what I normally get.”

“All right. I’ll come find you when it gets here,” Chloe said as she walked to the door.

I sat down on my bed and stared out the window. I couldn’t help but wonder what tomorrow would bring.





I pulled my phone out of my pocket and unlocked it. I dialed Jade’s number, but I couldn’t bring myself to press Call. I groaned at how idiotic I was being. I’d come all this way to talk to her, yet I couldn’t bring myself to even call her. I wasn’t sure why this was so hard for me. All I had to do was pick up the f*cking phone and call her, tell her I want to meet, and then go meet her. It wasn’t that hard. I was acting like a thirteen-year-old girl.

Pull your head out of your ass and call her. I hit the Call button before I could really think about what I was doing. It rang three times, just long enough for me to think she wasn’t going to pick up, before she finally answered.

“Logan?” she asked, surprise flooding her voice.

The sound of her voice was like a punch in the gut. Goddamn, I’d missed hearing her more than I thought.

“Yeah, it’s me,” I finally said after several seconds of silence.

“I…I didn’t expect to hear from you.”

“I didn’t think I’d call you either. Listen, I think we need to talk.”

“Yeah, I do, too.”

“Can we meet somewhere?” I asked, forgetting the fact that she didn’t know I was in L.A.

“Um…I don’t know. I don’t really think I can leave L.A. for a while. We’re starting on the new album later today.”

“Oh, yeah. No, I’m actually in L.A. right now.”

“What? Why are you here?” she asked, sounding shocked.

“I came out with Chloe and Drake. I wanted to talk with you face-to-face. I didn’t want to talk about everything over the phone.”

“Shit, yeah, I definitely want to talk with you. I’m at my apartment right now, but I can come over to Drake’s place if you want.”

“Why don’t I come to you? I don’t really want an audience while we sort everything out.”

“Good point. I can pick you up if you want,” she said nervously.

“Nah, I’ll take a cab or have Chloe drop me off.”

“Okay. So, I’ll see you in a few?”

“Yeah,” I said, “I’ll be there soon.”

I started to hang up, but she called my name, “Logan?”

“Yeah?”

“I’m glad you’re here.”



“Thanks for driving me here, Chloe,” I said an hour later as we pulled up in front of Jade’s apartment.

“No problem. Her building is locked. You’ll need a code to get in.” She grabbed an old receipt and a pen out of the car console and wrote down five numbers. “Just put this code in at the door, and it’ll unlock. She’s on the sixth floor, apartment 603.”

I opened the car door and stepped out. “Thanks.”

“Do you want me to hang around for a bit?”

“Nah, I’ll call you if I need a ride.”

“Okay. And Logan? Good luck.”

I gave her one last smile before walking over to the door of Jade’s apartment building. After punching in the code Chloe had given me, I opened the door and stepped inside. Two elevators sat to the left. I walked over to them and pressed the button to go up. A second later, the door of one slid open, and I stepped into it. I took a deep breath as I pressed the button for the sixth floor. It seemed like the ride up to Jade’s floor was taking forever.

Once the doors opened, I stepped out of the elevator and started down the hallway. Her door was the second on the right. I knocked softly and waited. I glanced around the hallway. The building had looked simple enough on the outside, but I could tell from the hallway alone that I would never be able to afford an apartment in this building. While it didn’t scream money, it definitely wasn’t a dump or even close to it.

The apartment door opened, and I tensed, preparing myself to see her again. Finally, I looked up. Jade and I stared at each other, neither of us moving or speaking. She was still as beautiful as always, but she looked tired. Dark circles were under her eyes, and I felt guilty because I knew I had probably caused them.

“Hey,” she finally said quietly.

“Hey.”

Neither of us spoke again, and I couldn’t help but grin. “This is awkward as hell.”

She laughed. “Yeah, it kind of is. Do you want to come in?”

“Sure,” I said.

She stepped aside, and I walked by her and into the apartment.

I glanced around, taking in her home. It was totally her. The living room had dark gray walls with a hardwood floor. The couch and chair were both black leather. A glass coffee table and two glass side tables were in front of the couch. A flat-screen television was mounted on the wall across from the couch. To my right was a kitchen. The floor was black-and-white linoleum. The walls were the same dark gray color as the living room.