Page 119 of The Lost and the Found

“What a lucky man,” he said, before shooting a nice smile. “I can respect that. If only I had met you first…”

“I’m sure I would’ve given you my name.” I surprised myself by saying.

His grin widened. “Yeah?”

“Absolutely.” There was nothing more charming than a man who could take no for an answer. I had to kick my fair share of assholes out of the bar for not being able to handle rejection. I hated how entitled they all felt, as if women didn’t really know what they were saying when they said no.

The man picked up a receipt someone had left behind at the bar and wrote his number down. “Just in case the boyfriend you’re with doesn’t know how to cherish you the way you deserve. Just give me a call. I’m Justin, by the way. I know we’re not exchanging names, but... yeah.” He trailed off, winked at me and walked away while I clutched the receipt in my hand, not knowing what I should do.

I know I would never call him, but would it be rude to throw away his phone number when he was still clearly in the room?

What was the proper etiquette for things like this?

Moments later, the decision was taken out of my hands, quite literally, when the paper was taken, torn up and thrown in a nearby trashcan.

I looked over and found a glowering Logan, staring at the man who had just given me his number, with what was probably the meanest scowl on his face. Luckily, the guy was too busy chatting with his friends to notice.

My face instantly heated up in embarrassment, and without another word, I walked away.

I knew Logan was following close behind. I went outside, where the music wasn’t blasting so loud, and I could finally think. Even though I was hot in the club, the cold air outside only felt good against my skin for a moment or two, before I started shivering. Now I wished I had my coat from Veena’s car.

Logan let out a small curse, and in the next moment his arms were wrapped around me. He wasn’t wearing a jacket either, but he had a long-sleeved thermal shirt on that offered more protection than my dress.

“Let’s get you to the car, where it’s warm,” he said, and I was just too cold to argue with him.

I let him lead me to his car and we didn’t say anything to each other.

It wasn’t until his hand moved to the gear shift that I spoke. “Where are you going? I still have to get back in there.”

He shook his head and drove out the parking lot, despite my protest. “What about Veena?”

“Grant is in there with her now. He’ll take care of her.”

“My jacket is in her car.”

“She’ll bring it by later,” he answered curtly.

“I want her to drive me home,” I said.

Logan shook his head. “No.”

“Fine, then drive me back to my place. I’m too pissed to spend the night with you.”

“No.”

“Logan,” I grated out, my fist pounding against the dashboard.

“No, I’m not taking you back to that shitty apartment. And we’re going to drive the rest of the way home in silence because you’re being a brat and I don’t want to deal with you right now.”

I gasped at his audacity, then crossed my arms and stared out the window.

I fumed in silence the rest of the way to his place. I wasn’t in the wrong. I didn’t do anything, and I sure as hell didn’t cheat on him, if that was what he was thinking.

I didn’t talk to him when we arrived at his apartment, making sure to leave at least a foot of space between us the whole time. I walked right into the guest bathroom, ignoring the fuming giant behind me, and locking the door right in front of his pretty face.

I got ready for bed, and when I walked out and didn’t see Logan anywhere, I sneaked off to his room for some clothes. No way was I sleeping in the same bed as him tonight, but I wasn’t going to sleep in this dress either. I grabbed one of Logan’s white t-shirts, because as angry as I was with him, I still liked to sleep in his clothes.

I quickly changed in the closet and hung up the dress carefully. It probably needed to be dry-cleaned, but that was a problem for another day.

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