Total pages in book: 45
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 42576 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 213(@200wpm)___ 170(@250wpm)___ 142(@300wpm)
I let out a huge breath and nodded. “Yeah, that’s perfect. Anything you want.”
Her eyes lit up at that, and instantly I thought of all the things I wanted to do to her.
And as we walked to the counter so I could pay for our things, I knew that my life was about to be forever changed. I just didn’t realize that it would include a broken heart that destroyed me.
I blink as if I’m shutting out the past and bringing myself into the now. I can do this. Hell, I have to. I firm my jaw and pull my shoulders back and walk into the office.
I have every intention to walk right past Bree without a glance. But I only get three steps into the room before she breaks the silence. “Good morning, Logan.”
My heart does a shimmy in my chest just hearing her voice. It’s soft and low, bringing back memories of the two of us in her bedroom. And even though I know I shouldn’t, I lift my head and look into her eyes. I stop in my tracks. “What’s wrong with you?”
She flinches at my tone but pulls herself together quickly. “Nothing is wrong with me.”
I gesture to her face. “You look tired.”
Her cheeks bloom red as she rolls her eyes. “Well, thank you for that, Logan. You look well-rested.”
My first thought is she’s lying because there’s no way I look well-rested. Hell, I haven’t slept through the night in the last three months. And second, she’s clearly not going to tell me what’s going on.
I put my hands on her desk and lean over her. “What’s wrong with you? Are you sick?”
I wait for her reply. Bree was always sassy, and I’m expecting a zinger comeback, but instead she just shakes her head. “No, I’m not sick. I’m just not getting enough sleep.”
Her answer angers me so much that there’s no holding back. I stand up and shove a thumb in my chest. “You work for me. Don’t let your night-time activities affect the job you’re doing here because I’ll fire you. I don’t care what the contract says.”
I blow past her to my office and slam the door shut behind me. My breaths are coming in rapid succession, and I lean my back against the door to try and pull myself together. I knew it would be hard seeing her again, but I wasn’t prepared for this. Especially when she mentioned not getting enough sleep. It made me think back to all of our sleepless nights together, and the thought of her with another man now makes me crazy.
When my pulse comes back to normal, I open my eyes and look around. This is not the same office I walked out of three months ago. The boxes are gone, the walls are no longer bare, and there are blinds over the window. Tense, I walk around the room. There’s a huge rug on the floor and a leather couch that I’ve never seen before along the far wall. I walk toward my desk, my eyes drawn to the framed images on the wall behind it. One is a family picture with my five brothers and sister and our mom and dad. Another is a photo of Zach and me on one of our many missions. There’s a framed newspaper article about the medal of freedom I won five years ago. I stare at picture after picture, each one just as important and meaningful as the last, and it softens me in a way that I don’t expect.
I walk over to my desk and sit down. There’s a computer, a cup of pens, a stapler. Hell, everything I could possibly need. I look down at the notepad, and written in big, curly writing is a username and password. Looking around the room, I don’t have to question who did all this. I know it was Bree, and that fact hits me right in the chest. I want to hate her. Hell, she cheated on me. I thought we were in love, and while I was planning on asking her to marry me, she was seeing another man.
She can do all the nice things, but none of it is going to make up for what she did to me… to us. Nothing.
There’s no way I can forget or forgive her. That moment has replayed in my head for two years now. Her with another man, leaning in to kiss him right on the lips as if what we had meant nothing to her.
No, we’re over, and the sooner everybody realizes that, the sooner we can all get on with our lives.
CHAPTER 2
BREE
I saw the hurt on Logan’s face when I mentioned I was not getting sleep, and I knew exactly what he thought I meant. But he couldn’t have been more wrong. There’s no way I’d let another man touch me. No one but him.