He didn’t have room to talk since he wasn’t exactly known for long-term relationships himself. He wanted one someday though. Maybe that was the difference.
“No,” he finally admitted. “But it’s not my business. It’s her life.”
Jeni made a murmur of agreement, and the low sound did something funny to his stomach. “She’s a lively one, that’s for sure.”
Logan tilted his head to the side. “Are you jealous?”
“Jealous?” Her pitch rose. “Please.”
“Sorry to interrupt this catfight,” Andrew said as he walked back into the room. “Can we go now?”
Logan’s shoulders relaxed when he turned to his friend. He hadn’t realized how tense he got when talking to Jeni. “Shit, sorry, man. Let’s go.”
Jeni focused her attention on her brother. “Can I box up the pulled pork for you before you go? Do you need anything else? I’ve got Tylenol. Water for the road?”
“Nah but thanks.”
“You seemed fine earlier,” she said, a question in her tone.
Did she feel guilty she hadn’t noticed? Logan’s attention had mainly been on her that afternoon, instead of football or Andrew.
Something about her provoked him more than he was used to.
“I was. It came on really fast. Something similar happened last week, and I woke up the next morning feeling normal. I think I just need to get some rest.”
Her eyebrows pinched together. “Text me when you get home, okay?”
Andrew nodded, and they left. He was quiet on the drive home, and Logan kept side-eying him. His friend didn’t look well. Logan didn’t say anything, but by the time Andrew pulled into his driveway, Logan felt a little uneasy leaving him alone.
“You don’t look good,” Logan said.
“I feel like shit.”
“Are you sure you’re good to drive home?”
“Yeah. I’m fine.”
“Just call if you need something, okay?” Logan wasn’t convinced, but Andrew was a grown man and could make that call for himself. “Thanks for inviting me today.” He held out his hand, and Andrew shook it. Andrew’s palm was sweaty, warm, and unsteady when he pulled back.
Something wasn’t right. “Dude, you sure you’re okay?”
“I don’t…I don’t know.”
Logan paused for a moment then got out of the car and went to Andrew’s side. He opened the door. “Trade spots with me.”
Andrew nodded weakly and slid out, shuffling to the passenger side. He leaned his head back against the seat, not saying a word as Logan drove him to the emergency room.