She furrows her brows. “I had a feeling that’s what this was about. I’m sorry, Reese,” she murmurs. “I’m not sure why he has a problem with Sean. When I brought him up the other day he freaked out.”
“What happened?”
“I told him I was glad you seemed better. At first, he agreed. But, as soon as I mentioned Sean being the reason, he got all caveman and started accusing me of having a thing for the neighbor,” she snorts. “So I dropped it.”
“Insecure much?”
“Tell me about it.” We both laugh. “What’d he say to you?”
Not wanting to cause any more drama, I say, “It doesn’t really matter anymore. I’m over it.”
“Yes, it does. Tell me,” she nudges. “You can’t leave here until you do. I’ll lock you in. I swear.”
I roll my eyes. “He doesn’t believe Luke meant what he said in the letter. He thinks it’ll all makes sense when he comes back, and I’ll understand why he did it.”
She chews on her lip. “He’s told me the same thing.”
“And?”
“And?”
“Do you believe him?” A big part of me wants her to tell me she does.
“I don’t know,” she sighs. “I’m pissed he left you here without any answers. And I just can’t think of a good enough excuse for you to be okay with that.”
I groan. “I feel the same way.” I sit up, and she does the same, putting an arm around my shoulders.
“What did he say about Sean?”
I grin because he’s predictable. “That he’s a douche … and he just wants to get inside my panties.”
She rolls her eyes, giggling. “Typical Logan,” she says, shaking her head. “What an ass! First of all, what straight guy wouldn’t want to crawl inside of a woman’s panties? It’s human nature.” She shrugs. “Has he tried anything since the first time?”
“No.” Sean went in for a kiss near the beginning. I acted as if he was attempting to take my virginity—spitting out a million excuses as to why I wasn’t ready. By the end of the night, I realized I had rambled on for hours. Other than goodbye, I never even gave him a chance to reply. Yep … something is truly wrong with me.
“See? Doesn’t sound like a douche to me, and let’s not forget who he looks like … David Beckham,” she replies enthusiastically.
“I’m not sure his good looks will earn him any points with Logan. If anything, it’ll work against him. Caveman, remember?”
She pauses. “Okay, maybe you’re right. Let me tell you. It helps him with me,” Gia quips, wiggling her brows. “And I just came up with a brilliant idea that may solve our little problem.”
“You’re breaking up with Logan,” I joke, hopping off the bed. I know she wouldn’t do that. She loves him too much, and I wouldn’t want that for her.
“No, no. Not that.” She looks off in the distance. “Dinner.” Slowly, she nods. “The four of us, here. We’ll force them to become friends.” She lights up like it’s the best idea she’s ever had.
I shake my head. “No way. I refuse to do that to Sean.”
She frowns. “Come on. It’s the only way. Think about it.”
“I am. Logan sees him as a threat.” I run a comb through my hair and throw it up in a bun. “Nothing will ever change that as long as his loyalty stands with Luke. It doesn’t matter that Sean and I are just friends.”
“In normal circumstances I’d agree, but not if I threaten to take his privileges away … like in the bedroom,” she says suggestively, raising her brows.
Logan would hate to have his bedroom privileges taken away. “You may have a point.” I tilt my head. “Huh, okay … I’ll think about it.”
Her face stretches into a huge smile. “Awesome!”
“Are you anxious to see me, or were you just being hospitable?” I didn’t even have a chance to knock.
He gives me a wide grin, smelling like he’s freshly showered. “Both,” he replies, reaching in for a hug. I step out of it quicker than I normally would, feeling a twinge of guilt. He frowns. “Everything okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine.” I smile, not wanting to explain any further. None of this is his fault. I walk around him. “Just had a long day.” I make my way to the lazy boy chair. I’m reminded of how different Sean is from the stereotypical bachelor. He’s clean, almost to a fault. There’s something about a man who keeps his things in order. I glance at the stacks of files spread across the dining table. “Working on a case?”