Secrets & Lies

20| New Friends

"Another whiskey, please," I said to the bartender at Down the Rabbit Hole.

It's been a five days since the very short drunk conversation I had with Logan. The one where I told him that we should go our separate ways. I haven't heard from him since. I shouldn't be surprised since I'm the one who cut ties, but at the same time, I knew Logan. It wasn't like him to give up that easily. And...I didn't want him to give up that easily. I kept checking my phone the first few days after that call. I was hoping to see a text or missed call from him. But nothing. Nada. Zilch. 

I miss him. I ran my hand through my hair. What the fuck is wrong with me? 

"I'm gonna call him." 

I looked to the right and saw a woman  pulling her phone out of her purse.

"That's never a good idea," I advised her. What can I say? I was feeling charitable.

She frowned; her expression telling me she hadn't realized I was sitting here or that I heard her. "Excuse me?"

I chuckled and pointed to her Cosmo. "Whenever someone is drinking, and they think it's a good idea to call an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, it's usually not a good idea."

It also wasn't a good idea to answer a phone when drunk, either. After I hung up on him, I found myself wondering what it was he was going to tell me. I was surprised by his call, and considering the mood I was in, didn't think talking to him would be a good idea.

When she was quiet for several minutes, I thought maybe I made her uncomfortable. Then she surprised me by asking, "I'm sorry, but is your name Grant?"

I lowered my drink and studied her face. I didn't recognize her. "Do I know you?"

"I'm, uh, Lia—I mean, Amelia."

Understanding dawned on me. "Logan's fiancée?"

"Yes."

"How the hell do you know who I am?" The answer whispered in my mind, but I refused to believe it. Because if I was right, that meant that Logan spilled our dirty little secrets. Don't let it be true...

"Well..." She glanced away briefly. "I know."

Panic set in. Ice cold panic that was almost debilitating. It's what kept me seated and kept me from running out of this bar. "How? Did Logan tell you?"

"Well...it's kind of a long story."

I didn't give a fuck how long the story was, I needed answers. Right fucking now. What did she know? And why did Logan tell her?

"I've got nowhere else to be," I said pointedly.

"Okay," she said quietly before she started to explain. "First, I saw some text messages on his phone. The name was saved under your first initial. G. I was going to ask him about it, but then I saw you and Logan outside of the lake house." Her eyes met mine. "In the driveway."

Fuck. "You saw us."

"Yes."

Goddammit. "And you stayed with him?"

"Well, he wasn't the only one in the wrong." She exhaled a heavy sigh. "You know Wyatt, right?"

What did this have to do with Logan's brother? "Yeah. I've met him a few times."

"I've known Wyatt and Logan since I was six. Wyatt and I have always been best friends. There's no one I trusted more in my life. As we got older, I started to develop feelings for him." She took one sip of her drink after another. Clearly she needed liquid courage to tell me the story. "We had...a night during senior prom. Then at graduation, I tried to tell him I was in love with him. He got scared and took off to UCLA for four years."