< More Than A Favor
Chapter 70
From Logan’s expression, he was clearly jealous.
What a jerk – wanting it both ways. Dating a widow while still trying to hold onto me?
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After a few minutes in the bathroom, I heard Selene’s tearful voice outside. “Logan, you’re still in love with Elaine, aren’t you?”
“She’s my fiancée,” Logan replied, confirming my suspicions about his feelings.
“But she broke up with you,” Selene whimpered, playing the perfect damsel.
“She did, but I never agreed. Besides, she can’t live without me. She’s just angry – it’ll blow over.”
I was shocked. He thought our breakup was just me throwing a tantrum? He really believed I’d never
leave him.
But if he said that to Selene, maybe there wasn’t anything between them after all?
“Men are all the same,” Selene mocked. “You don’t appreciate what you have, but won’t let go when you lose it. If Elaine’s the one you care about, why make her suspicious by being so nice to me?”
My chest tightened. I’d been wondering the same thing.
Until today, I was sure Logan and Selene were involved. But would he admit his feelings for me in front of her if they were?
I peeked around the corner. Through a mirror in the hallway, I could see them both. Logan was staring at his feet, looking gloomy.
“Logan, if you love Elaine, why did you approach me? Why did you kiss me?”
I froze. They’d kissed? My heart felt like it snapped.
“Say something!” Selene grabbed his shirt. “Why did you kiss me? If you hadn’t, lan wouldn’t have seen it and-” She suddenly collapsed, Logan catching her.
“Selene!” he called anxiously before rushing her outside.
I stood there, watching through the mirror as Logan carried her away.
So Logan and Selene’s relationship wasn’t new lan had seen them kiss. Logan had been cheating all along.
A waitress approached: “Ms. Hart? Mr. Drake is waiting outside.”
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I pulled myself together and left. Ashton was standing backlit and somehow
reassuring.
He came over. “What happened?”
“I can’t stay for lunch,” I managed.
“Okay, we’ll skip it,” he reached for me.
I stepped back. “You eat. I’m leaving.” I hurried out.
I spent from 3 PM to 9 PM at a bar, drinking slowly but steadily until my mind went blank.
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I knew the owner, Mr. Webb, so I felt safe drinking alone.
“Need a ride home?” Mr. Webb asked. He was in his fifties, around my dad’s age.
“I should go,” I said reluctantly, knowing I had work tomorrow.
Tonight’s drinking was my farewell to my feelings for Logan.
As I stood unsteadily, Mr. Webb stopped me. “You can’t leave like this. Let me get someone to take you.”
He was always thoughtful. I’d been coming here since college, first time after seeing Logan dancing with another girl. I drank too much and passed out. When I woke up alone, scared, Mr. Webb made me food.
He told me to only drink here, where it was safe. His own daughter had been assaulted while drunk from heartbreak. She later committed suicide. He opened this bar to protect heartbroken girls.
“Alright,” I agreed, not wanting him to worry.
“Wait here,” he said, turning away.
“Mr. Webb.” A familiar voice – Miles.
I laughed. “Never mind, Mr. Webb. Looks like I’ve got a ride.”
Miles was also a regular here. We’d run into each other before, though these “coincidences” were usually planned.
I tried to pay, but Mr. Webb refused. Miles transferred $2000 without asking the total, saying, “Keep the extra for her next visit.”
Next visit? Did he think I was an alcoholic? Fine by me if he did.
Outside in the cool night air, Miles asked, “Car or bicycle?”
The question brought back memories. Before I got my license, Miles would always pick me up from here on his bike.
