Page 46 of His Good Girl
“So, are you going to speak to Logan? I think he’s going to be calling back any second now.”
“What am I supposed to say?”
“Nothing. Hear what he has to say first.”
“And if we both expect that?”
“Then it will be a fucking awkward phone call.”
I snicker into my hand. “Gee, thanks.”
“Seriously, though. I obviously can’t be one hundred percent accurate, but I feel that your uncle might’ve bent the truth about Logan. I don’t think he ever thought you were a conquest. Not the way he looked when he asked me to check on you.”
“Yeah, well.”
“There’s only one way to find out.” She holds up the ringing phone.
Shaking my head. “He’ll just lie to me.”
“Why? What has he possibly got to gain from lying to you? If it was all a game, he already got his dick in you, so game over, right? Besides, he’s aman. A mature man who doesn’t need to play games to get women. Hell, even if this was about a conquest, there will be virgins lining up around the block willing to give it up to him with a few smiles in their direction.”
“I know you’re trying to make me feel better, but that only makes me feel worse,” I groan and flop back to the pillows.
“Jealous?” she jibes.
“Like you have no idea.”
“Then speak to him. Find out what the fuck is going on. The suspense is killing me.”
“You’re an asshole. Go in the other room, and don’t eavesdrop.” Picking up the phone, I shoo her out.
Laughing, she goes, dressed in one of my tees that is way too big for her skinny frame. She closes the door, and I inhale slowly before sliding the bar across to answer the incoming call.
“Hello?”
“Serena.”
His deep, gruff voice sends my blood spiking.
“You sound like shit,” I murmur.
“I look like shit.”
“What happened?”
“You first.”
“A lot. Not all of it to do with you.”
Silence.
“How much of it was because of what I did?”
“None of it. It’s what Quentin decided to tell me on my way home from work yesterday.”
Clenching my jaw, I wait.
“What did he say?”
