Fallen Crest Forever (Fallen Crest Series Book 7)(109)

I cocked my head to the side. “Why didn’t you push?”

“It’s your business.” She turned back to the mirror and pulled her lipstick out again. “You’ll tell me if you want, but I know you guys. If you don’t tell me, I figure it’s for a reason.”

I nodded. “Still. Thank you.” I gestured to Logan’s empty cot in the corner. “Thanks for being okay with him being here too.”

She finished applying her lipstick. A fresh red coat in place, she came over to sit next to me. She sighed. “He loves you. They all love you.”

I glanced to her.

“I love you too,” she said.

“I know.” I sat up and squeezed one of her hands. “I love you too.”

“And Taylor’s freaking adorable. Her and Logan. He really loves her.”

I nodded. “He does.”

“That’s good. Taylor completes him. He’s found his someone. You’re a lot happier now,” she added. “Are we moving back to the Kade house?”

I shook my head, running a hand through my hair before sitting forward and leaning my elbows on my knees. “No. We went too far with something, but we’re going to fix it.”

“Okay.” She stood up, patting me on the leg. “I have no idea what that means, but I trust you. And personally, I don’t want to know. But I do know that you have two friends out there who really care about you. It’s Friday, and technically, you’re single tonight.”

“I’m not single.” I was. Was I?

Pain sliced through me. I didn’t want to think about it.

She pulled me up, grinning, and headed for the door. “I’m not saying you should hook up with someone. That guy would just wake up in the hospital, and we’d both know who put him there, single or not. But you can do what single girls do.” She let go of my hand and led the way to the living room.

Both Courtney and Grace had drinks in front of them. They looked up.

“What’s up?” Courtney was grinning, her cheeks red.

Grace tried to stifle a laugh.

“You guys are both single, right?” Heather asked.

At the question, Grace spilled over onto the rest of the couch. She couldn’t stifle the laughter anymore, and she buried her head in a pillow.

Courtney said in between her own laughs, “We were just talking about that. Matteo made a cameo here last night. He and Logan ran into each other in the hallway. Neither was expecting to see the other.” Her eyes suddenly widened and she sucked in her breath, looking to me. “I was supposed to tell you they slept together. I forgot.”

“Logan and Matteo?”

“No.”

Grace was laughing again.

Courtney scowled at her. “You should tell her. You’re the one who slept with him.”

But Grace couldn’t. She was still laughing.

Courtney rolled her eyes. “Grace and Matteo slept together.”

She waited, watching me.

Heather frowned, turning to me too. Grace finally stopped laughing.

I shrugged. “So?”

“So . . .” Courtney and Grace shared a look. “Is that a problem? You know, is that going to cause drama or anything?”

I looked at Heather before raising my shoulders again. “I don’t know why it would.”

“Oh.” Courtney blinked a few times, relief flashing over her face. She nodded to Grace. “She’s okay with it.”

Grace was nodding. “Matteo said she would be.” She turned to me. “Are you feeling better?”

She was asking about Mason. I changed the subject.

“Matteo and Logan ran into each other? We missed this?”

“Yeah.” Courtney’s cheeks reddened. “Logan was dressed. Matteo was not.”

Heather chuckled. “I’m sure that was a fun time. So, are you and Matteo lock, stock, and barrel?”

“Huh?”

“Did Matteo wife up?” I asked, trying to explain.

“No!” Grace’s entire face flared up. “No. I mean . . . no.”

“All the more reason for tonight.” Heather clapped her hands together. “I have a feeling I won’t need to be here much longer, so how about we go to a club and pretend we’re all single ladies tonight.” She held her hands out. “Not as in hooking up with guys, but some fun drinking and dancing. No guys involved. We can do stupid dances, if we want.”

“We have a race tomorrow.” Courtney looked at me. “Coach asked me earlier if you were going to come.”

I wasn’t.

I said, “I’ll email him.”

Coach would understand, and I would start running again tomorrow. It’d been two weeks, and I was feeling the itch to pound pavement. I wouldn’t be able to stay away now that I felt sturdier.