Fallen Crest Home (Fallen Crest High #6)(77)

“Yeah, it’s all set up,” Logan assured him. “We’re going to stop there on the way home.”

We headed toward the doors.

Logan and Nate went out first. Mason held the door for me and was waiting outside when I heard my name called.

I looked back. Maybe I’d expected my mother, and when I saw she wasn’t standing there, I felt a pang of disappointment. I frowned, shoving that away. I looked out to the parking lot and saw Becky. She was standing to the side, her hands twisted together in front of her. She eyed Logan and Nate, who had paused on the sidewalk as they waited for us.

Mason let go of the door behind me, and her gaze jumped to his face. Her mouth opened in a silent gasp. Most of his bruising had faded, but I understood. It was still shocking. She looked back to Logan and Nate. I could only imagine how all three of them looked to someone else.

“Becky?”

She turned to me. “Yeah. Um…” She bit her lip. “Can we talk?”

“Sure.”

Logan stepped toward us, a dark look coming over him.

Becky took a step back.

“Uh…” I gestured to a bench in front of the church. “We can talk over there.”

She seemed relieved until Logan called her name. “Hey, Sullivan.”

She tensed, stiffening as she turned around. “Yeah?”

“Your fiancé. Is he the new CEO of his dad’s company?”

Her eyebrows pinched together, and she glanced quickly to me before nodding. “Yeah. He is.”

“So the two of you have to stick around here? He’s not going to law school yet?”

“Uh. Yeah. I mean, he is, but not right away.”

“When?”

I frowned. Why did Logan want to know?

“I don’t know. I think he’ll wait a year.”

“He’s still going to graduate this year, right? So he’ll be going in three years?”

“I guess.” She shook her head. “Why?”

He ignored her. “What school is he going to?”

“He got into to Harvard Law.”

“Good.” Logan clipped his head in a nod.

“Why?” she asked again.

A cold look came over his face. “Because where he goes, I’m going. That fuck sent Caldron after my brother and Sam. I’m going to make his life miserable from here on out.”

Her mouth fell open and stayed that way. She didn’t seem capable of closing it.

Nate shot Mason a look, but Mason only shook his head. Adam Quinn hadn’t sent Caldron after us. That was his father, and Logan knew that. Whatever he was saying, he had a reason.

Becky looked at me imploringly, but she wouldn’t see any sympathy from me. “Did you still want to talk to me?” I asked.

“I…” She closed her mouth, swallowing. “Maybe not now.” She turned back to her car, took a couple steps, then pivoted back to us. “We’re never going to be friends again, are we?”

Remorse swept through me, but I couldn’t let that show either. There might’ve been a fight between the fathers, and I didn’t know how things were between Mason and Adam, but it didn’t matter. Logan just threw a gauntlet down. Becky would be the messenger for it. Adam would know within the next five minutes that Logan Kade was his enemy now. That meant we all were.

All I could say was, “I think it’s best if we’re not.”

I saw her swallow again. Pure frustration pulled on her features, and she looked down to the ground for a moment. When she looked back up, she just seemed defeated.

“I guess so.” She headed to her car and swiped at something by her eye.

I couldn’t help but wonder if it’d been a tear.

Once she left the parking lot, I rounded on Logan. “Did you do that on purpose?”

“What?” But there was a guarded mask on his face. He knew exactly what he’d just done.

“You said that to her on purpose because she’ll be the one to tell him, and that’ll make her have to take his side.”

Logan shrugged. “So what?”

“So that means I can’t be friends with her,” I snapped.

“Like you would’ve been able to anyway,” he shot back. His eyes were heated as they flicked to Mason’s before coming back to me. He softened his tone. “I just did what you couldn’t. If you tried to be friends with her, you would’ve betrayed her again eventually. You know it. I just did it so Mason didn’t have to. Lines are drawn, Sam. The Quinns are our enemies, no matter who holds that name.”

Becky Sullivan would eventually be Becky Quinn.

He was right.

But it still hurt.





My mother was getting married today, and I stared at myself in the mirror with no clue what to wear. But it wasn’t even the clothes. I had no idea what to feel, which is why I’d been standing here for the last hour.

There was a slight flutter in my chest, but that didn’t make sense. Why would I be nervous? There was no reason for that.

A soft knock sounded on my door, and Taylor called from the other side. “Sam? You have a visitor.”

I frowned. Who would that be? “Let ’em in.”

The door opened, and my stepmother popped her head in first. “Sam? Oh good.” She pushed her way inside, shutting the door behind her. She held a garment bag in her arms and hung it up on the closet door. “I wasn’t sure if you had a dress for the wedding, so I brought a few over. Unless you do have one picked out?”