Page 8 of A Gift of Time
Chapter Three
Iwoke up, but didn’t open my eyes yet. Warmth surrounded me, and it was a little uncomfortable, but the bed beneath me was soft. Too soft.
Opening my eyes, I stared up at a white ceiling. Light came through the window to the left and was so bright, I winced.
Wasn’t I on the couch last night?
I was in a bedroom—one that wasn’t mine. Alarmed, I opened my eyes wider. It was nice, too—high ceilings and expensive looking bedside tables and dressers. That’s when I felt something move beside me.
I jerked and looked to the right, feeling the blood wash from my face when I saw Logan lying in bed, his naked body barely covered by a sheet.
Shit!I was naked, too.
Jumping out of bed, I searched for my pants. My heart frantically pounded in my chest as I tried to recall the night before. The last thing I remembered was lying on the couch after Caden had gone to bed.
So, how had I ended up with Logan? Had I woken up and come over there in a fit of anger?
But I wouldnevercheat on Caden. Even if the thought had crossed my mind that one time, I knew I’d never act on it. Once that trust was broken, it was close to impossible to ever get it back.
Feeling sick to my stomach, I ran to the open door in the bedroom that I assumed was a bathroom. Right when I got to the toilet, I puked. A quiet sob wracked my body as self-hatred took over.
What have I done?Fuck.
“Hey, everything okay?”
I looked up to see Logan in the doorway.
“Put some clothes on,” I said, averting my gaze from his nakedness.
I felt like I was about to have a panic attack. As he left, I stood up, flushed the toilet, and wiped my mouth off before rinsing it out.
I needed answers because I couldn’t remember anything.
Going back into the room, I looked at Logan. “When did I come over last night? Was I drunk?”
“Um.” His brown eyes narrowed suspiciously. “Are you sure you’re not drunk now?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” I asked, unable to conceal my irritation. “The last thing I remember was being at home, sleeping on the couch. Then, I wake up with you. I’ve told you a million times that I have a fiancé.”
Confusion swept across his face. “What? Jack… did you hit your head or something?” I was about to argue, but he added, “Thisisyour house. You called me yesterday and told me to come over. And you’ve never said anything about a fiancé for as long as I’ve known you.”
I was stunned stupid.
“I… I don’t live here,” I said, motioning around at the too-expensive furnishings. “Caden and I live in a house. This is a fancy ass apartment from the looks of it.”
“Who’s Caden?”
That did it.
“It’s time to stop whatever game you’re playing, Logan,” I snapped, losing all patience. “Caden is my fiancé. Whatever happened between us was a mistake, and it won’t be happening again.”
“You’ve lost your mind,” he said before searching for the rest of his clothes. Finding his pants, he slid them on before doing the same with his shirt. He grabbed his shoes and started walking toward the door, brushing past me. “Call me when you stop acting like a damn lunatic, Jack.”
Once I heard the door slam, I fell to my knees. My hands wouldn’t stop shaking, and that knotting in my gut wouldn’t go away.
I didn’t remember calling Logan—if that’s even what happened—and I sure as hell didn’t remember fucking him. Yeah, I’d been pissed at Caden for our fight, but I wouldn’t betray him.
I need to talk to him.
