Page 93 of The Lost and the Found

I nodded and fumbled with the phone. Thank the heavens Logan didn’t have a lock on it.

I called security up first, telling them of the situation. I turned around and saw that Logan had wrestled Clarissa into her trench coat once more, and he had his arms around her, holding her immobile.

Her face was red, and her eyes tear stained.

She sobbed relentlessly into his chest, and though I didn’t want to, I pitied her.

I pulled up her father’s name in Logan’s phone next and called him. He answered on the first ring. “Logan? Is something the matter?” His question would have seemed strange had I not glimpsed at the time before I dialed. It was well past one o’clock in the morning.

“Mr. Jones. My name is Hayden, I’m Logan’s… friend. Um, he asked me to call you because your daughter is here, and, well, it would be best if you came over to Logan’s place.”

He was quiet, then he let out a soft curse, told me he would be there and hung up. I put Logan’s phone on the coffee table and walked to his bedroom. Quickly, I grabbed his sweatpants and his white t-shirt. I didn’t know much about Clarissa, but I knew had the situation been reversed, I wouldn’t want anyone, but especially not my father, seeing me in nothing but a trench coat in another man’s home.

Logan felt me coming, and when he looked up and saw what I had in my hands, his lips curved slightly in a soft, small grateful smile.

I looked away and handed him the clothes. He took them, and before I could pull away, grabbed my hand, giving it an apologetic squeeze.

I wasn’t in a very smiling mood, especially since I was dead on my feet from standing around the six-plus hours at work.

It was late, even for me, and I wanted nothing more than to go to bed, but the thought of leaving Logan here alone with her left a bitter taste in my mouth.

I sat down on the couch, and from the corner of my eye, could see Logan trying to put the clothes on her. She put up a fight at first, until he whispered something in her ear, and then it was as if all the energy had drained from her body.

She let him put on the clothes. I looked away when he got the trench coat off of her to put on his shirt. The fact that he was seeing all of her wasn’t something I wanted to witness firsthand.

Though he never spoke much about his sexual history, nor had he ever given me any indication that he was promiscuous before me, I knew Logan had quite a few past sexual conquests. Or at the very least, he had more than me, and I had accepted that.

That didn’t mean I wanted to see it shoved in my face.

Security came up first. He was a tall, muscular man, with a mean-looking scowl, a bald head, and the clearest blue eyes, which stood in stark contrast against his dark skin.

He was probably a few inches taller than Logan.

I didn’t think I had ever met anyone who was taller than Logan before, aside from Mason. The security guard had both men beat in bulk and height.

He was intimidating in every sense of the word, and a part of me wanted to move closer to Logan, only he had his hands full with… his ex.

I stayed where I was and watched as the man assessed the situation.

“Mr. Cross, what would you like me to do?”

“Her father is coming. Can you make sure she gets into the car with him?

He nodded and stood there. The man caught me eyes briefly, and I would have moved back, but then he shot me gentle smile, and all of my apprehension about him fell away.

He had a very beautiful smile.

“Are you okay, ma’am?”

I nodded, clearing my throat a little. “Yeah. Thanks.”

I could feel Logan’s eyes on me, but I didn’t want to look at him. I couldn’t, not without either breaking down or getting angry.

I knew tonight wasn’t his fault, or at the very least, it wasn’t all of his fault, but it was still because of him that she was here. And it was because she loved him that much.

Did she love him more than I loved him?

Was I looking at my future?

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