Fallen Crest High(65)

"Tanya. Is she here? Was she here?" She rubbed at her arms as if she were cold.

I lifted my glass to her. "You could drink some beer and get warm."

"No thanks." She eyed my glass as her lip curled up. I was sure it was in disgust. "I don't drink."

"I don't either, but Logan didn't care about that tonight."

"Logan?" She tilted her head to the side. "Are you the new sister?"

"I'm not."

And I wasn't. I didn't think I'd ever consider myself in that role.

"Oh. Sorry. You said Logan before."

I narrowed my eyes at this girl again. She didn't say his name in the usual hopeful manner of most others. She said it as if she knew him, and knew him well. Still, I held my tongue. He'd already done enough damage for me to add more to it.

"A guy took her home."

She sighed and looked away. "I can't believe her. Another guy."

I frowned. "His name's Adam. He's a good guy."

"Doesn't matter at this point," she snapped and started to leave.

"You said Logan."

She stopped.

"Did you mean Logan Kade?"

" You said Logan's name before."

I nodded. "Do you know him?"

"Well enough." She yawned and glanced up at the house. "I should get going."

"How well?" I started to stand and climbed down from the pontoon.

She stopped a foot away on the dock and studied me. "Why?"

I shrugged.

"Look." She gave me a forced polite smile. "A lot of girls want to know Logan and a lot of girls have known Logan. If you're looking for a hookup, he's the guy for you, but if you're looking for a rich boyfriend—I'd look elsewhere.

Logan's not that type, for anyone."

"You sound like you know him pretty well."

"I do." And she rolled her eyes. "I know him a little too well. We dated for two years, broke up a year ago."

"Really?" I surged forward a step, but held myself back. I didn't want to appear too eager. "What happened?"

"What else?" She laughed, but it sounded hollow. "He liked my friends and I…and I liked his brother."

My eyes went wide at that. Mason? "Did you date Mason too?"

She snorted and shook her head. "God, no. Like Mason Kade would ever be nice to any girl who wasn't his precious Marissa?"

Marissa?

"I can't believe I said any of this. I'm sorry. Thanks for telling me about Tanya and this Adam guy. You don't have his number, do you?"

I pulled out my phone and called him. She waited and hugged herself. When a breeze picked up and wafted over the lake to us, it swept her hair in the air and wrapped around her and I was glad I'd kept my hair pulled back in a low ponytail. Then I heard Adam's voicemail and ended the call.

"Sorry. It went to voicemessage and he would've picked up for me."

She studied me again. "You're good friends with this guy?"

"Not good like that." I grinned at her. Then I gestured towards the pontoon.

"He's got a soft spot for Becky, she's his neighbor. He looks at her like a kid sister."

"Ah. I get it. Tanya likes those types."

"Tate?" Logan stood at the end of the dock. "What are you doing here?"

She gave him an exaggerated bright smile and said sarcastically, "I was hoping to see you, Logan."