Page 32 of That Last Secret

I pull off my helmet, hand it to him, and force myself to step away from the bike—away fromhim.

“Thank you for the ride home,” I stammer. “You could have just dropped me off at the front.”

The corner of his lips tips up. “But this is where I usually park.”

My gaze bounces from him to the bike and back to him as the realization hits me. “Wait.”

“I didn’t know we live in the same complex either. Not until I brought you home that night after your spring break rendezvous.” Logan shrugs.

My cheeks heat again, remembering that night. “I never got to thank you for that. For you know… bringing us home and all.”

He nods but doesn’t say anything else.

“Well, thank you for this ride, too,” I say in rushed words as I spin around and walk toward the residence entrance. Feeling every bit embarrassed that Logan is constantly saving me.

“Can I ask you something?” he almost shouts, forcing me to stop walking.

I turn around and notice him walking toward me, and I nod.

“Do you get them often? Your panic attacks?” he asks.

I nod again. Unable to form a proper sentence, I stare at his messy brown hair from the helmet and those eyes boring into me, illuminated by the parking garage lights.

Logan crowds my space more before he brushes the hair away from my eyes. “If you get them again, you can call me.”

“I’ll be fine.” I brush him off, trying to hide any feelings. “Besides, why would you want to come to the rescue for someone you can’t stand?”

Something darkens in Logan’s features, but he doesn’t say another word before turning around to hook the extra helmet on the back of the bike, completely ignoring my question.

I want to beg him to answer me, but the last thing I want to do is push him.

“Get inside, Emmy,” he grumbles over his shoulder, without even turning to look in my direction.

I stand there, shocked and unable to say anything else.

When I finally move my feet to walk to my apartment, I promise myself that this will never happen again.

No matter what Brooke says. She’s wrong.

June

The girls are finally all back togetheragain.

I need to study for my finals approaching next week, but I need this more.

My girls are the best type of escape when school or life gets too hard. Even if they don’t know what I battle with alone, being in their presence makes me feel at ease.

Because that’s who Peyton, Avery, and Kali are.

Tonight, Kali and I are helping Avery prepare for her firstofficialfake date with Marc.

I call it official because the first one they went on was supposed to be a one and done thing. Now they have to drag on the fake engagement for the summer to help convince his boss that he’s established enough to take over the agency.

They’re going out tonight to lay the groundwork for how they will approach this and sell the relationship. The problem we’re facing is the guy Avery was casually seeing, because she doesn’t do relationships, who is currently texting her.

“It’s funny if you think about it. I have no filter and give no shit what comes out of my mouth. But I can’t break up with a guy to save my life,” Avery says.

“That’s normal.” Kali shrugs. “You don’t like the cry-baby shit. I’ve only met Dean a couple of times, but I can tell that he would be the whiny type of guy who doesn’t want things to end.”

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