Page 59 of Logan
“Great. And what about the deal? Did you close it?”
“I haven’t talked to him yet, but it looks like we’re on the right track.”
I nod, lowering my gaze, and scanning his shoes, then up to his... “You’re wearing workout clothes.”
“Aren’t you observant,” he quips.
I lift my eyes to meet his again. “Are you going somewhere?”
“I’m going to work out a bit while waiting for Wolfson’s answer. The ball is in his court.”
“Do you run? Can I join?”
“You run?” He raises an eyebrow.
“Yeah, sure.” From the fridge to the TV, but he doesn’t need to know that.
“Well, I’m not going running. I’m going to train in Taekwondo.”
I open my mouth and close it again.
“It’s a Korean martial art of kicking and punching?—”
“I know what it is,” I cut him off. “You practice martial arts?”
“Yes. Does that surprise you?”
“Actually, no.” The way he moves with agility and speed, his lean body without an ounce of fat… The blows he dealt that scumbag without getting hurt... Yeah. It fits. “Can I still join?”
“Why?”
“Just to watch. I mean, if you don’t mind.”
“Wouldn’t you rather go sightseeing? It’s your first time in London. Why would you want to watch me train?”
I lower my gaze. Yes, I want to explore, but how do I explain to him I’m also so alone? I’m alone at hometoo, but there I have Emery filling the silences and a few other friends. I have my home and my space. Here, I’m completely on my own.
“What’s wrong, Sloane?” He closes the distance between us, his fingers lifting my chin until my eyes meet his. “Everything okay?”
“Y–yeah, of course.”
He closes his eyes for a moment and exhales loudly before looking at me again. “You’re lying to me. And if there’s one thing I can’t stand and can’t forgive, it’s lies. Now tell me what’s going on.”
“Nothing is going on,” I insist. “Really. I’m not lying, I’m just...lonely.”
“Lonely?” He tilts his head.
“Never mind. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then explain it to me.”
I see sincerity in his eyes. He’s trying to understand. I lick my lips. “I don’t know anyone here. I’m sightseeing, seeing beautiful things, but I have no one to share them with, and it makes me feel even more lonely than usual. So, I thought, if you’re going to train, maybe I could watch you for a bit, feel a little less alone. That’s all.”
He’s quiet for a moment. “Okay.”
“Okay? I can come?”
“If you really want to. I’m not sure what you’ll do there, but that’s your business.”
