I didn’t think anything of my lunch appointment until I’d curled up beside Logan right after a mind-draining session, snuggling under his arm. “I was planning on having lunch with Blake tomorrow,” I said. “Is that . . . okay?”
He stiffened. “No, not really.”
“He’s my friend—”
“Evie, he thinks he’s in love with you.”
“No, not anymore. Besides, that doesn’t matter. I love you.”
He shifted so he was on his side facing me. “I trust you, but him? Don’t you remember when he showed up at your place? What if I hadn’t been there?”
“What?” What was he talking about?
“He wouldn’t take no for an answer until he realized I was there.”
I scoffed at this ridiculous accusation. “Blake’s not like that.”
“I don’t know him, and honestly, I don’t want to.”
I swallowed hard, seeing where this was going. Payton didn’t like Blake, but she didn’t make me choose between them. But Logan? He didn’t want me to be friends with Blake. That drunken moment in my apartment when Blake grabbed me and almost took a swing at Logan had shaped his judgment of Blake.
“So, you want me to cancel?”
“Yeah.”
“What do I tell him? That my boyfriend’s possessive?”
I wished I could take it back. The bedroom was only lit by his iPad screen, and in the low light Logan’s eyes soured. “You can tell him whatever. Tell him your asshole boss needs you to work through lunch.”
He wouldn’t compromise on this, and he said hardly anything the rest of the night, barely kissing me goodbye when he dropped me off at my place.
The next afternoon when I called and delivered the fake excuse of work, Blake sighed.
“Well, I was hoping to tell you in person, but . . . Amy’s pregnant.”
Blake was at that awkward phase in life where you had no idea how to treat this kind of news. Was this a good thing? Was it viewed as a mistake?
“Oh. How are you—?”
“It’s good. I’m excited. We’re both excited.”
I breathed a sigh of relief for him. “Good, that’s good.” He used to tell me everything, so he was probably desperate to discuss this life-changing event with me.
“You know what?” I said. “Forget work. I’ll meet you at Potbelly’s in ten minutes.”
I was halfway through my sandwich and Blake’s story of how they revealed the pregnancy to their parents when my phone buzzed with a text message.
I typed out a response, telling him I’d met Blake for lunch after all, and would explain it later.
“Everything okay?” Blake asked when I set the phone down.
A girl from accounting sat two booths over so I had to choose my words carefully. “My boyfriend’s not real happy with me right now. He didn’t want me to have lunch with you.”
“I get it. I was confused, and I got scared. But, Evie, I’m not anymore. I love Amy. I had to screw everything up to figure it out, and I’m so sorry.”
I felt a smile dawn on my face. “I’m happy you got it figured out. Everything works out for a reason.”
The phone vibrated on the table.