Logan Kade (Fallen Crest #5.5)(68)
“You won’t hurt him?”
I flashed her a grin.
She added, “Any more?”
“You really don’t want me to hurt him?”
She let out a sigh. “No. He’s an * and a coward, and I think he deserved getting hit, but he doesn’t need to get beat up anymore.”
“Okay.” I let her hand go and held both of mine up in the air. “I’ll be nice. We’ll just…chat.”
She shook her head. “Why don’t I believe you?”
I winked. “Because you know the real me.” Pressing a kiss to her forehead, I motioned for Claire to come over. When she did, I said, “Take care of her, at least until I can come and take over.”
She gave me a firm nod and took Taylor’s hand in hers. “I’ll take care of her.”
Taylor gave me a tentative wave and smile as she followed her friend to her car. But there was a look in her eyes—the same look she’d worn when she told me what happened to her mom. And that didn’t sit well with me.
Not at all.
THE LETTER
TAYLOR
“What do you think is in those letters?”
Claire hadn’t shut up since we’d gotten in her car. Normally, I didn’t mind her chatter. I liked it even. It had helped while I’d been on the too-quiet side this past year, but tonight—with a headache forming and a feeling I already knew what lay ahead—she was too much for me. I rubbed at my temples.
“Okay.” Claire pulled her car over and leaned forward, craning her neck to see the park we told his roommate to meet us at. “We’re here. Do you see him?”
It was empty, but it was a small park in a good part of town. It was only a few blocks in length, and it was surrounded by homes. We were safe. I was sure of it. I shook my head. “I don’t, but he’ll come. He’ll bring the letters.”
“Good.” She glanced over and confessed, “Because I didn’t know how to get to Jason’s apartment building. I was hoping you knew.”
“You didn’t?” That surprised me.
“No.” She looked down to her lap, fiddling with her keys. “Jason and I, we…uh…we kinda faded once we graduated. I never came over here, and I think he moved this summer, too. So this could be his second place. I’m not sure.”
Jason had mentioned their “fade,” but Claire never had until now. For some reason, it hurt me to hear about it. “You guys put on a brave face for me then?”
She looked up, her eyes searching mine. “Yeah. Kinda. I mean, we are friends, but we just weren’t close. You were the closest to both of us. I just don’t think you realized it.”
“When did that happen? I mean, I thought you two were good.”
She shrugged, turning to look out the window again. “It always was a little difficult. It got worse later in high school when…” Her voice trailed off.
I finished for her. “When you started dating student council members, and Jason started dating...guys?” I closed my eyes. My heart sank. “Why didn’t I notice?”
“Because you loved us both,” Claire said. “And because we hid it from you.”
“But—” I shook my head. It made sense. The guys Claire dated weren’t the nicest to Jason, and I knew others had been even worse—like the guys who were friends with Eric. Only Eric had been decent to him. “I should’ve paid attention.”
“You were loved by everyone. Even the bullies usually left him alone. No one wanted to piss you off.”
“Why?” I opened my eyes.
“Because…” She shrugged. “People like you, Taylor. I don’t think you notice how much. You’ve been off since last year, but it’s still there. Logan Mr. Sex Machine Kade is interested in you.” She rolled her eyes as she said his name. “He’s let everyone know you two are together.”
I had to laugh at that. “There’s no one else breaking down my door.”
“Stop it. He likes you—like, really likes you. That’s not something to dismiss.”
“I know. I just don’t understand it. I don’t understand why me.”
“Because you’re Taylor,” Claire said. “What more reason do you need?”
I tried to smile, but her words had punched through a wall, and a whole host of emotions streamed through. I reached over and grabbed her hand. “Thank you, Claire.” I had to whisper. My throat wasn’t fully functioning.
Her hand squeezed back and held on. “You have no idea, but you’ve been there more times for me than you think.” A tear slid down her cheek, and her voice turned hoarse, too.
“Look at us.” I lifted our hands. “Holding hands. Both crying.”
She laughed, flicking her tears away.
“And we’re going in there to read some letters from Jason,” I added.
She grew quiet before she asked, “You think he left, don’t you?”
I didn’t answer. I couldn’t. I was still hoping it wasn’t true.
Just then a pair of headlights was visible as a car neared the park, pausing at an intersection. It turned right and went the entire way around the park. “Look.” I pointed to it.