Ella
As soon as I wake up, I start to stretch, and the pain in my muscles that I haven't used in a while shoots through me. Memories from last night start to roll around in my head, and I jerk up out of the bed.
I'm not in the spare guest room.
I'm in Logan's room.
More than that, I'm in Logan's bed, and I'm still naked.
I sit up quietly and wait to see if I can hear him in the house, but I can't hear anything. It's as silent as a library. I get up and throw on my underwear and T-shirt from last night before gathering the rest of my clothes and making my way through the house.
As soon as I get to the kitchen, I see the note on the countertop, and my stomach drops. I read it, and it says,I called Tommy to take me to therapy. I didn't want you to have to wake up early. Get some rest. I'll see you when I get back—Logan.
I read the note over and over, looking for any hidden meanings, but I refuse to let my mind make up things. Nervously, I stroll into the spare bedroom, take a quick shower, and get dressed. I run a brush through my hair and am about to sit down at the kitchen table to get some work in when the front door opens.
"Hello... Logan?" a woman's voice sounds from the front.
I stand up and walk into the living room and stop suddenly when I see Harper standing there with a key in her hand. She must have kept hers.
She looks at me snidely. "Where's Logan?"
After everything that happened between Logan and me last night, I should probably feel guilty, but I don't. She's the one that did him wrong. "He's at therapy."
She points at me and then waves her hand around the house. "And what are you doing here?"
I shrug my shoulders. "He needed somebody to stay with him for the week, and I volunteered."
She nods her head. "Of course, you did."
Without being asked, she comes farther into the room and sits on the couch, leaning back and crossing her legs in front of her. "Well, I'm going to hang out here and wait for him. Logan and I have a lot to catch up on. Did he tell you that we saw each other last night at the bar?"
I rear back in surprise. Logan didn't mention anything about seeing Harper last night, and just knowing that makes my mind go a thousand miles a minute. Could that have been why he reacted to me the way he did? Was I a substitute for Harper? I put one hand to my belly, which is suddenly feeling nauseous, but I refuse to let her get to me or at least see that she's getting to me. "No, he didn't mention that."
"Well, we did see each other. We had a good time, too."
Forget the upset tummy; now it’s like a kick to the stomach instead. "Good. That's good," I mutter.
She opens her mouth to say something else, but there's a knock on the door. I'm standing the closest to it, and I make my way there and open it.
Bryce is standing on the other side, and I hold my hand open for him to come on in. "Morning, beautiful."
"Morning," I grumble to him. As soon as he walks in, he notices Harper on the couch and stops. He looks at her and then back at me, and I know my face is pale, because he gives me a worried glance. "What's going on here?"
I wrap my arm around my waist. "I was just getting to work, and Harper is here to see Logan, but he's at therapy."
Bryce claps his hands together. "Oh, good. He made it then. He said that you would kill him if he didn't get up to go to therapy today, and I felt bad and worried a little about him drinking last night." Ignoring Harper, I nod. "The note he left said that Tommy came and got him."
Whenever I think about the note that he left, I'm beginning to wonder if there's more of a reason why he didn't wake me up. Maybe he regrets last night and needed to put some space between us.
Bryce keeps looking between Harper and me, and he must feel pity, because he asks me if I want to go eat breakfast with him.
I almost tell him, no, but honestly, I don't want to be here when Logan gets back and has his talk with Harper. "Yeah, that would be great. Let me grab my purse."
"You don't need it," he says.
Without further argument, I nod my head and slide my feet into the shoes by the front door. "See you, Harper," I tell her and walk out.
A part of me wonders if I should be leaving her alone in Logan's house, but the truth of the matter is, I have no claim, and she has a key. As far as I know, I could have just been a hookup for him last night.