Page 82 of Lady Sings the Blues

No. This can’t be blamed on anyone but Logan. And so I attempt to pull myself together. “It didn’t seem he was in the habit of telling women that, that he had a girlfriend.” I laugh humorlessly.

“I know it was him because my brother had been down on club business with our father, your whole town was freaking out about his death. He sent me a picture with a caption that said something like, ‘Didn’t this guy sit by us at the game?’”

“Shit,” Beau grumbles. “Crass.”

Crass nods his head. “With my life. Word.”

Whatever the unspoken promise that’s passed between the two men, I can’t think about because Liv, my friend, continues to chew on her thumbnail, which has me worried.

“Livvy, is there something else?”

She ignores my question, turning her gaze to Beau. “Don’t tell Chaos,” she whispers.

Chaos? I thought Blood?

“Can’t keep shit from my brothers, Liv. And I wouldn’t keep it even if I could.”

She doesn’t respond with anything save slumped shoulders and such a defeated face you’d swear Beau had walked up and popped her shiny red balloon with a pin just to watch her cry. One thing I’ve come to learn about my man, he has a reason behind everything he does, which means Chaos needs to know. Whether she likes it or not. And by the looks of her, she does not.

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