Secrets & Lies

33| Fifteen-Fucking-Minutes

"Come on," I mumbled to myself. "Just knock on the damn door and get this over with."

Just as I lifted my hand to knock on the door, it opened. Fuck. I stood there for a moment with my hand in the air. Like an idiot.

"Grant! Thanks for coming."

I lowered my hand immediately. "Amelia. Hey." Great. Way to not embarrass yourself even more, jackass. This felt like a mistake. Why did I even agree to come here? Honestly, I never should have answered my phone. 

Amelia took a step back and held her apartment door open for me. "Please, come in. I appreciate you coming by."

Against my better judgement, I stepped inside her apartment and waited while she shut the door behind me. I glanced around her place. I've only been here once, but the addition of men's shoes by the door and the large duffle bag by the couch suggested Wyatt's been staying here. Good for them. They deserved to be happy. 

"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to come by."

I turned towards her and gave her an awkward smile. "A little. I was surprised when I got your call."

After I left Vanessa's house this morning, I went back to my hotel to try to process everything that happened. That whole episode with my dad  still felt incredibly surreal. It was like I was watching it happen to someone else. When I was back at my hotel, there were a few times I thought about calling my mom. It had been years since I've spoken to her. Even though I knew how she looked at me, there was a part of me that hoped she missed me—even just a little. 

Amelia gestured to her kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink?"

I shook my head. "No, thanks. I'm good." I didn't want anything to drink. Or eat. I barely had an appetite after the morning I've had. 

"Ill get right to it then," she laughed and tucked some hair behind her ear. "I wanted to talk to you about Logan."

Of course she did. After Amelia and I bonded that night in the bar, we exchanged numbers and I told her if she ever needed anything to let me know. I meant it when I told her that I considered her a friend. It was also why I was here. Amelia called me and asked to talk. I assumed it was about Logan, but I was still hoping that it wasn't. I was hoping she wanted to bitch about Wyatt some more. Or maybe she just wanted to hang out. 

"Amelia...."

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but I really think we should." Her smile faltered. "He loves you," she whispered.

My chest tightened. "I know he does, Amelia. But it's so much more complicated than you realize."

I could tell by the slight widening of her eyes that she was surprised that I knew Logan was in love with me. But it didn't take a genius to figure that out. There have been multiple times over the past couple years where I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me. Sometimes it was in the way he touched me. It was a silent declaration that he didn't know I picked up on. 

I always brushed it off or changed the subject if I thought he was going to say the words. I just wasn't ready then. I wasn't sure I was even ready now. I may have admitted it to myself and to Vanessa that I loved him, but there were just so much stuff we needed to work out. I didn't even know if it could be worked out.