I'm quiet all the way into downtown. "Where do you want to eat at, Sugar Glaze or Red's Diner?"
I shrug, distracted. "Either is fine with me."
He pulls up in front of the bakery, and I get out and follow him inside. He opens the front door of the bakery for me, and I walk in. "You want to grab a seat and I'll get our order?"
I nod and start to walk away. "What do you want?" he asks me.
I turn to him. "I'll have whatever you're having."
I find my way to the opposite end of the bakery and take a seat. The truth is, I'm not even hungry. I can't imagine eating right now, but a few minutes later, Bryce walks over to the table and sets a cinnamon roll and a tall glass of cold milk in front of me. "Comfort food. You look as if you might need it."
I nod and take a deep breath, inhaling the sweet cinnamon scent. "Thank you, Bryce."
He shrugs as if it's not a big deal and then digs into his own cinnamon roll. He gets a few bites in before he shocks me. "So how long have you been in love with Logan?"
I open my mouth to deny it, but I know that he wouldn't believe it. There's no way I can do it convincingly. I sigh. "Probably since the day he rented me the apartment."
He nods and looks up at the ceiling as if he's counting. "He was in Afghanistan about then, so what, a year?"
I pick up the fork and cut off a bite of the cinnamon roll before putting it in my mouth. It's either that or I'm going to embarrass myself and start talking and not shut up. I chew the cinnamon roll without really tasting it and then wash it down with a big gulp of milk.
"Does he know?" he asks me.
I shake my head. "I don't think he does, no.”
"I think you should—" he starts, but I hold my hands up.
"Tell him? No, I don't think that’s a good idea at all. As far as we know, he's getting back with Harper right about now."
Bryce leans toward me and stares me straight in the eye. "Don't worry about Harper. My boy is smarter than that."
Bryce seems really sure, but I can't help but imagine everything that could be going on right now. Was I a fool in thinking that last night meant something to him?