Page 57 of Betrayed

“You know what yesterday was?”

Caleb nodded. “Praying for you. Let us know if you need anything.”

“Thanks.”

Caleb slapped him on the shoulder.

Logan knelt on one knee and adjusted a shoelace that didn’t need it until the game resumed. As much as he wanted to be irritated by Caleb, he wasn’t. The opposite in fact. There were people around him who not only cared but also prayed for him. They’d been around when Bree died too, but he’d been too self-consumed to realize it in the moment. Maybe if he had accepted a little more support, it wouldn’t have felt so unbearable.

They resumed their game. The meds must have kicked in, and Logan actually made a few decent plays and even a handful of baskets.

On his way home from the gym, Logan drove toward AJ’s. He shouldn’t take the long way to get home, but he felt drawn to her. He needed to scope out the area and make sure no one was lurking around.

He turned down her street. A cable-company van was parked outside the neighbor’s house. Why was a cable guy already out at seven in the morning?

Logan slowed. The worker was at the utility pole, but it looked like he was staring at AJ’s apartment. Wait, was that Eric?

Logan stopped in front of the van and took off his helmet. “Eric?”

The man jumped and spun around, eyes wide. “Logan.” His gaze darted back and forth.

“Didn’t mean to scare you.”

“Oh, umm … I … uh. It—it’s … It’s okay.” He shifted his feet.

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah, totally. I just didn’t hear you coming.”

Logan wanted to laugh. His motorcycle wasn’t a Harley, but it wasn’t quiet either.

“Just getting some work done on this line. Got to keep the cable running, people have to have their internet.”

“Sure. But I find it interesting that you’re keeping an eye on my wife’s apartment while you’re working.”

“Wife? What wife?”

Eric had missed the memo? True, until last Saturday, Logan hadn’t seen or talked to Eric since before he and AJ got married.

“AJ. We got married during junior year.”

“Then why did you two hardly interact at Will’s last week?”

“It’s a long story, but she’s still my wife. Why are you loitering here?”

“Dude, I’m working.” Eric’s voice cracked a bit.

There wasn’t anything more Logan could say, but he’d drive around for a bit. If Eric was still here in an hour, he’d call it in.