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my gaze in his direction. I stared down at his chest. Bad enough I had to hear his pathetic excuses, I didn't need to see the truth across his face. His wife -- the woman he'd shared more than a dozen years of his life with -- had returned home. His son's mother had returned home.
    I jerked my chin from his grasp and grabbed the door handle before he could reclaim it.
    "Lily, I'll make her leave, give her money for a hotel. You don't need to go."
    I lifted my gaze to finally meet his. "I didn't talk to my mother last night."
    I'm not sure why I said it. Probably to hide how badly I was hurting by suggesting I didn't care enough about him to be honest with my parents. Or maybe I wanted to give him an out, let him know that I wouldn't be going home defeated or embarrassed.
    Whatever my reason, his gaze shut down and then that bitch, Mrs. Jones, opened the door.
    "Do you need cash to pay her, dear?"
    "I'm all set," I called out and yanked the door open.
    Trying to reach me one last time, Logan softly said my name. I slammed the door before I had a chance to hear anything else from his lying lips. Engine running, I whipped my car out of the drive and headed for Emy's, a half gallon of black walnut ice cream and a long night crying.
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    Logan called. I didn't answer. He came by my parents' home. I made sure I wasn't there. Days passed and the calls and visits wound down to nothing. Word got around that Mrs. Logan was back. I stayed away from home to avoid Judy's knowing smirk and my mother's questions.
    I worked on projects at school, volunteered for overtime at my day job, and visited Emy so much that even she, my best friend since the third grade, got a little sick of me. The last few days of conversation with her were devoid of any comfort for my broken heart, with Emy demanding I either talk to Logan like an adult or go out on a date with one of two guys she mistakenly thought were interested in me.
    "Kyle only wants help prepping for the mid-term in finance!" Stopped in my car at a stoplight on my drive home, I glared at my cell phone for a second before putting it back up to my ear.
    "He's just using it as an excuse to hang out with you," she responded, her voice deceptively sweet. "I live closer to him and I have a better grade in finance than you."
    "It's the only class you're pulling a better grade." The light turned green and I charged across the intersection in my little car.
    "Don't be petulant, sugar tits." Her chuckle and our favorite term of endearment for one another told me I hadn't completely ruined our friendship. "Kyle wants to bone you, so does Rick. You have ignored both of them while you moon over Logan. You can choose to be a grownup for real by talking to Logan, Kyle or Rick. Or you can admit you're a baby and sulk, but I'm not going to let you get away with ignoring reality."
    We continued back and forth like that for another five minutes before I pulled into my parents' driveway.
    "Shit," I hissed and turned the car off. "I have to go."
    "Why? Is Logan there?"
    "No." I suppressed a growl. I had told her a dozen times over that Logan had stopped trying to contact me. He was done trying to apologize or otherwise excuse his behavior for having used me as a temporary sex toy. "But my mom is standing with the front door open and looks like she's about to deliver a baby via her anus."
    Emy snorted. "Picture or you're lying."
    "You'll just have to believe me on this one, sugar tits." I snapped the phone shut and put the car in park. "Talk to you later."
    Whatever had my mom upset, it brought her straight to the car door before I could open it. Seeing me hesitate, she pulled it open for me.
    "Why haven't you answered your phone? I've been calling for at least half an hour!"
    I swallowed, feeling guilty and hoping no one was hurt. I had heard the calls, far more than half an hour's worth. I had ignored them on the off chance Logan had resumed trying to reach me. "Sorry, I was on a call with someone at