Logan Kade (Fallen Crest #5.5)(47)

No one was home. It was just me.

“Mom,” I whispered to myself. I wanted her here. I wanted to feel her arms around me. I closed my eyes, imagining the touch of her lips to my forehead. No matter the nightmare, no matter my age, she always took care of me. I turned to my side and grabbed the blanket. My hand formed a fist around it, and I imagined it was her hand. She sat next to me. She was still my mom.

But she wasn’t here. She was gone.





ALREADY?





LOGAN


I glanced at my phone on the way home and frowned at the blank screen. Well, it wasn’t completely blank. There were texts there, but none from Taylor. I texted her that morning and a few more times since we started home.

My dick was hard just thinking about her.

If I were someone like Nate, I’d be insecure—worried she must’ve changed her mind or there was another dude. He thought things like that, but that wasn’t me. I glanced down at my man and felt him nod in agreement. We were both confident. It wasn’t me.

Something was wrong.

“What’s wrong?”

I looked over at Nate in the driver’s seat. He volunteered to do the last leg because Sam was sleeping in the back, all curled up with Mason. Both Nate and I knew Mase wasn’t going to drive. It was only three hours, but he was tired, and he should be. He kicked ass on the field. I should know. We coordinated a drinking game that corresponded with anything he did. If he scored a touchdown? Two shots. If he blocked another guy? One shot. It was our f*cking luck that he’d had the best damned game of his life.

I was hungover, as well as worried about Taylor.

I put my phone away. “Nothing.”

Nate’s gaze fell to the console between us, where my phone was. “Mmm-hmmm.”

I let out a sigh, leaning back in my chair. “For f*ck’s sake, what’s your problem?”

“You texting that chick?”

“The chick has a name, and yes, I was.”

“You falling for her?”

I glared at him, and Nate went back to paying attention to the road. That was when it hit me—f*ck, maybe I was. Who gave a shit? I dated Kris, and nothing happened. I could date another girl. It was no big deal.

“Yo,” Mason said as he shifted up toward the front seat from behind us. “Sam’s out cold.” He propped his arms on the backs of our seats and leaned forward so he was almost sitting between us. “What are you guys talking about?”

Nate grinned. “Logan’s girlfriend.”

“She’s not my girlfriend.”

“Been in a month now.” Nate glanced sideways at me. “We’ve hardly seen you for that month.”

I frowned at him. I’d had longer flings, but what was up his *? Then I remembered Sam saying he was worried, too. Still. My frown switched to something darker. I was the glue, whatever. That was nice. He still needed to mind his own business. I shot back, “And what of it?”

Nate didn’t answer. He kept driving, his jaw clenching.

Mason looked between the two, then turned to me. “My coach’s daughter? Right?”

I leaned forward, then turned so I could see both of them. “So what? Yeah. Her. I like her.”

Mason held up his hands. “Dude, I’m not raining on your parade. I’m fine with it. I was just making sure you hadn’t moved to someone new.” His eyes shifted to Nate. “I’m thinking Nate hasn’t been completely honest about his thoughts.”

There it was. Mason laid it out. It was Nate’s problem. But Mase had been the one to bring up Taylor a few times, like he had trouble with the situation. I needed to make sure. “You don’t have a problem with it?” I asked him.

He appraised me carefully. “You guys are dating, like a couple dating?”

I shrugged. “I don’t know. We’re just going with the flow for now.”

“Would you want to date her in that way?”

I shrugged. “I like what we’re doing. We’re not thinking. We just are, right now. That’s enough for me. We’re still getting started.”

“Then that’s enough for me. Who gives a shit what I think?”

If anyone should’ve been bothered, it was Mason. Taylor’s dad was his coach, and though Coach didn’t seem to be the best father to Taylor, he was a damn good coach to the team.

I nodded my thanks, and Mason turned to Nate. “And why should we give a shit what you think?”

Nate didn’t say anything.

And I blew up. “What the f*ck, Nate? Or is that it? You want to f*ck her or something?” Enough with the bullshit. I wanted to hear his problem.

“No.” His jaw clenched as he watched the road. His hands were tight on the wheel.

He was going to play the silent card? I didn’t think so. “Nate, come on.”

Mason folded his arms over his chest. “It’s truth time, Nate. If you have a problem, you should speak now.”

“Or what?” He glared at Mason through the rearview mirror.

“Or stop dropping little baits. You’ve tried it before, too, but Logan blew that up in your face.”

“When?”

“The juicer.”

Mason was right. I remembered that morning. “You tried teasing me like I was a little bitch. No way am I letting that happen. If I like a chick, I’m going to bang her. When the hell have any of us needed permission to get it in?”