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A shudder pulsed down her spine.

What on earth? She started to delete it and then thought better. If this person was going to continue to harass her, maybe she should have a record. But she also didn’t want it sitting on her phone. They’d be able to pull it up on phone records if necessary, right?

It didn’t matter. It wouldn’t continue because she’d block them. She blocked and deleted the text. She didn’t need to worry about it.

A few minutes later another text came through, but this one was Zara.

I’m down. Maybe Will can convince him to watch a movie at our apartment.

That might not be the best place. I could come to Will’s house. That’d be neutral ground.

I like it. I’ll let you know. And I’ll drive—you are not to drive.

Fine.

A friend. AJ actually had a female friend. Who knew that could happen?

Saturday night Logan poured the salsa into a bowl at Will’s house. His friend had invited Logan and a bunch of friends over to hang out and play some board games, card games, something like that.

He couldn’t believe Eric was there. Will didn’t know what Eric had seen the night that got him kicked out of school. Will knew a lot, but not that.

Zara came into the room. “Hey, partner. I brought the chips to go with that salsa.”

“Good. Guac too?”

“Of course.” She removed them from the grocery sack and opened the bag and container.

Logan took a chip and dipped it in the guac before popping it in his mouth. Around the food he said, “You got the right one this time.”

“I had help.”

Logan looked over his shoulder. AJ stood in the doorway between the dining room and kitchen.

She waved. “Hi.”

“How’s your head?” Was he actually talking to her? But he had to know she was okay.

“Getting better.”

“Good.” He diverted his eyes and went back to fussing with the food. He returned the giant container of salsa to the fridge and arranged the dips and chips.

Zara and AJ left the room, and he let himself breathe.

“Hey, man.”

Logan turned around at the only slightly familiar voice. “Miles. What’s up?”

They shook hands.

Miles leaned back against the counter, propping his hands on either side of him. “So how’s AJ doing? I was surprised to see you together at the hospital.”

“She said she’s feeling a bit better. But you’d have to ask her for more.”

“Did I catch the tech call you Mr. and Mrs.? Why didn’t you tell me the other day? I would never have suggested what I did if I had known.”

“We … we are, but we’re separated. Have been for quite a while.”

“Then why haven’t you divorced her?”