The same bright lights from before filled her car’s interior, and it was only then that she realized the same SUV from before was still there, following her to her house.
Maybe they’re not deliberately following you. Maybe they live down this way, too.
It was getting too dark to see the vehicle’s specific make and model, but from what she could tell, it wasn’t one Natalie recognized from the ones she’d seen around the neighborhood. Choosing to give the driver the benefit of the doubt—because their only offenses were being inconsiderate with their lights and being on the same road as her—she continued driving slowly down her street.
From the corner of her eye, she caught a glimpse of her computer bag, reminding her of the folder tucked neatly inside. Her conversation with Tessa had pushed all thoughts of suspicious folders from her head.
But as she got closer to her house, Natalie reminded herself thatthat’swhat she should be thinking about right now. Not worrying about whether she should make a move on her husband’s best friend.
Logan’s not mine anymore, baby. He’s yours.
As if the imagined words had conjured up the man, himself, Natalie spotted Logan’s truck parked in her drive. Her lower belly clenched tight, her nerves firing on all cylinders when she saw him leaning casually against the truck’s rear wheel well.
Jeans. Boots. Gray hoodie. Ankles and arms crossed.
Waiting.
Pressing the ball of her heeled foot against the brake pedal, she dropped her speed to a near stop before pulling onto the paved incline. The SUV that may or may not have been following her sped past, putting at least that paranoid concern out of her head.
With the car in park, she cut the ignition and released a slow exhale. Glancing down, she had a feeling this—whatever it was—with Logan would most likely take a while.
Guess the folder will have to wait.
Millions of tiny pins and needles seemed to poke her from the inside out, the uncertainty of what was about to happen so unnerving, it had her rattled to the core.
It didn’t help that Tessa’s and Hunter’s earlier words kept swirling around through her ever-changing thoughts…
The man deserves to know the truth.
It’s someone else’s turn to love you now.
Logan Hayes is so far gone for you, he’s in a whole other hemisphere.
Logan’s not mine anymore, baby. He’s yours.
Blinking, Natalie looked through her windshield to find the man in question staring straight back at her. She tried like hell to figure out what he was thinking, but Logan’s stoic expression was unreadable.
Sooner you get out…
Opening her door, she climbed out from behind the wheel. Reaching over the center console, she grabbed her purse, computer bag, and jacket. With her bag and purse slung over her shoulder and her jacket folded in the crook of her arm, she drew in a deep, stealing breath and walked to where he still stood
“Hey.”
“Hey.”
God, she was nervous. But then had the fleeting thought that he’d probably just came by to make sure she was still alive and didn’t need him to fix something else.
It’s me. I’m the one in need of fixing.
Realizing Logan hadn’t said anything more, Natalie started the conversation by asking, “Is everything okay?”
“Not really,” his deep voice confirmed her suspicions. The look on his face was telling.
He was pissed, and she couldn’t blame him. And yet, she was too chicken to broach the topic first, so she took the coward’s way out and tried playing dumb.
“What’s wrong?” She took a tiny step forward.
Staring down at her with the most beautiful ocean gaze, Logan rumbled a foreboding, “We need to talk.”