Page 4 of Everything Has Changed
I level her with a stare. “That wasn’t the problem and you know it.”
She bites down on her grin. “Okay, then how was I supposed to know they wanted a poly relationship?”
“It was on his dating profile, but you chose to ignore it because his six-pack was on display and he was holding a dog. Not even his own, might I add.”
Piper giggles at herself, her chestnut locks swaying around her face as she shakes her head. “I do get suckered in by the dog pictures. Anyway, no, this is nothing like that. It’s hot town gossip.” Her perfectly sculpted brows waggle in my direction.
One thing about my best friend, if there is something going on in town then she was going to know about it. By no means did she wantto be part of it, but she was going to know every single detail if it was the last thing she did.
“Alright, lay it on me.” I lean my hip against the counter, turning to face her head on. Because if she’s got the information, who am I not to know about it, too?
“I’m going to need you breathe as I tell you this, though. And don’t shoot the messenger.”
I furrow my brow in confusion as she places her hands on my shoulders and looks me square in the eyes.
“You’re scaring me.”
She takes a deep breath and, on the exhale, a rush of words leaves her mouth. An expectant look crossed her face as if I’m supposed to respond.
“You’ve lost your mind if you think I understood that gibberish. Did you say your colon is trash? Please, I cannot talk to another person about their bowels today.”
Piper’s face is pure horrified confusion. “What? No, I said,” another deep breath. “Logan is back.”
We stare at each other in silence as my brain turns to static.
Cannot compute. Abort mission of all thoughts for the rest of the day.
“Actually, I would much rather talk about your colon. Can we go back to that?”
“Gwen,” she shakes my body, which has turned into a limp noodle. “Stop talking about colons. It’s weird.”
“Yes, but I would rather do that than acknowledge that Logan Spencer has returned to my beautiful little town to taint it again.”
I remove myself from Piper’s grasp, her arms falling to her sides with a slap on her thighs. I turn back to the espresso machine, re-cleaningjust to give myself something to focus on that isn’t the small bomb my best friend just dropped on me.
She places her hand over mine to slow my movements. “Gwen, there’s no need to take it out on the very expensive machinery. Back away from the espresso machine.” She guides me away to the back counter, which I immediately slump toward.
I nibble on my lip. “Are you sure?”
She nods her head. “Yeah, I heard my mom talking on the phone when I stopped by her house this morning.”
My shoulders relax a bit. “Oh, if that’s the case, it’s probably just a bad case of telephone. You and I both know Logan would never return to Willow Grove.”
She cringes. “That’s what I thought, too. But then I ran into him when I was walking over here.”
I blink at her. Then blink again to see if I was actually hallucinating this conversation.
A thought pops into my head. “He’s just visiting,” I say matter-of-factly.
Piper shrugs. “Maybe. But that’s not the way it sounded when I overheard Mom.”
“Nope, I refuse to believe further information than that. I will live in blissful ignorance until he leaves again.” Because he will leave. He was meant for more than this town. Something he told me many years ago.
“Good to see you have gotten over what he did.”
I release a huff. Hoping it sounds like a laugh, but knowing it sounds more like a strangled cat by the look on Piper’s face. “I am so over it, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.”
The smirk playing on her lips tells me she knows better than that. “Sounds healthy.”
