Secrets & Lies

35| Family Time

"Here is your double espresso, sir."

"Thank you." I grabbed the small cup from the barista before I turned to exit the coffee shop and walk back to my truck.

Once I heard my mom on the phone with Wyatt yesterday, I got out of there. I didn't want to get in the middle of that anymore than I already was. I left my parents house, went home, and I haven't gone anywhere else until this morning.

I was surprised that I actually slept better last night than I had in a while. I still occasionally glanced at my phone—okay...frequently—to see if Grant reached out to me. Still nothing.

There were a few times I caught myself almost calling him again. If I had known where he was living, or staying, I probably would have driven over there already. Even if he really didn't want anything to do with me anymore, I at least owed him an apology. I apologized to him in that voicemail, but I don't even know if he listened to it. If he was pissed off enough, he may have just deleted it. Or changed his number.

I climbed into my truck and turned the key in the ignition. I needed to think of something else. Now that everything was out in the open with my family, it was probably a good idea if I took some time for myself. I wouldn't need to lie to them this time, either. I could just tell them that I wanted some time to myself and let them know where I was going. I didn't want my mother worrying again like last time.

When I leaned my head back against my seat, I couldn't help but think of the fucked up shit I said to him.

"Just go," I said after a few minutes of silence. My tone was defeated. I gave up. On him. On us. Whatever it was, was over. "Leave. I want you to leave."

"No, you don't. I said I wasn't fucking going anywhere. We need to talk about this and work it out."

My voice dropped low and I shrugged my shoulders. "What's to work out? We never worked. That was the problem and it still is the problem. We always fight." I shook my head. "Just leave, Grant. And this time, no reaching out to each other. We're done. Over." 

My shoulder brushed against his when I stalked past him into the bathroom. I grabbed the knob to shut the door and his voice cut through the dense silence. 

"Just remember this, Logan—I may be the one getting in my car, but you're the one that left this time. You're the one that didn't want to fight for 'us'."

My thoughts came back to the present, and I hated myself. He was right—I didn't fight for us. I didn't fight for him. Instead, I was just a fucking idiot.

Ring-ring

I didn't even bother looking at the screen. "Hello?"

"Hey," Wyatt's voice came into the receiver. "Where are you? I went by your place."

I shifted in my seat. "I went to run some errands. I just got coffee. What's up?"

I really hoped this wasn't bad news. I didn't think I could handle bad news right now.

"I wanted to say thanks for spilling the beans on me and Amelia to mom." The sarcastic was strong in his voice. "I really appreciated that." 

I snorted with amusement. "I didn't tell her anything about you guys. She started asking how Amelia was doing since the wedding was called off and I told her to talk to you. That's it."

"Yeah, well, she let me hear it."

I adjusted the AC in my truck. It was fucking hot outside. "How did she take it?" 

"She was surprised. She was a little pissed—but that was mostly because of all the secrets. She hates being left in the dark." Wyatt exhaled a deep breath. "She said she was cool with it, but I think we really hurt her with this whole wedding thing."