Secrets & Lies

21| Hide & Seek

I leaned against Amelia's car, my finger hovering over the call button on my phone. I knew I needed to call Logan—it was the smartest thing to do. I didn't know which apartment was Amelia's and I couldn't leave her out here in the car.

But I didn't know if I could handle hearing his voice right now. He probably wouldn't even answer after the last time. Christ. What was I going to do?

The screeching of car tires drew my attention. I looked up from my phone and saw a black car whip into a parking spot. This person was in a hurry. When the man got out of the car, I sighed with relief.

"Wyatt! Over here!"

Wyatt looked over at me and started walking in my direction. "Grant? Is that you?" 

I shifted uncomfortably on my feet before offering him my hand. "Yeah. It's been awhile."

Wyatt shook my hand before glancing in the passenger window to see Amelia passed out. "What the hell—" He looked back at me with a frown. "What's going on?"

"I'll explain everything. But we should get her inside first. I got her this far but she passed out before I could get her apartment number."

Wyatt carefully scooped up Amelia in his arms. I grabbed her purse from the floorboard and followed Wyatt to the elevator. During the slow ride up to her floor, I thought about something the question Amelia had asked me at the bar. 

"Are you guys going to try again?"  

 That question hit me hard. Logan and I never really tried—not really. Not in the way Amelia meant. I couldn't help but wonder what it would be like to be with him that way. A relationship. Boyfriends. God, that sounded weird. It didn't matter, though. I was pretty sure the bridge between us was burnt. 

The elevator dinged and walked in silence down the long hallway until we got to her door.

"Her keys are in her bag," Wyatt said. "It's the square gold one."

"Got it."

I quickly unlocked the door and held it open for him. He maneuvered Amelia through the doorway and went straight towards her bedroom. Well, I assumed it was her bedroom. 

"Help yourself to anything in the fridge," he called out. "I'll be out in a minute." 

I sat her keys and purse on the counter before I walked into her kitchen. I didn't normally look into a stranger's fridge, but tonight I made an exception. I pulled the door open and smiled when I saw a twelve pack of Stella on the middle shelf. 

"Girl's got taste." 

I walked into her living room and took a seat on her couch. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and opened the gallery. I swiped to the left until I found the picture I was looking for. Logan had no idea that I even took this picture. 

It was from a few years ago, after we had sex the first time. We were at a party and Logan wanted to smoke. We went outside on the balcony attached to the roof. Logan was wearing a jean jacket, leaning against the railing. We were joking about him not knowing how to blow O rings with the smoke. So he tried...and failed. Multiple times. I had no idea what possessed me to pull out my phone and small that picture; but I did. 

The creaking of Amelia's bedroom door had me quickly sliding my phone back into my pocket. Wyatt went to the fridge and grabbed a beer for himself before joining me in the living room. 

"It's been a long time." Wyatt sat on the couch across from me and stretched out his legs. "So, what happened tonight?"

I cleared my throat. I needed to proceed with caution here. "I was at Down the Rabbit Hole and Amelia was sitting next to me. I didn't see her at first. She recognized me and said hello."