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I nod. In some ways, I already knew that Logan had been through things in his life, that he harbored more than a lifetime’s worth of pain. “I can take the heap of shit but he needs to decide if he wants this or not.”

Blaze laughs and shakes his head. “Oh, Darlin’. He wants it but he’s as stubborn as they come so it might take a little bit of time.”

Sighing, I let my gaze drift over to Logan’s house.

“You okay? I could hang around for a bit if you’re not ready to be alone,” Blaze offers, and I look back into my house, wondering if I’ll really be okay alone, before turning back to him.

“Thank you for the offer but I’ll be okay.”

“You sure?”

“Yeah.” I nod, and he hands me a piece of paper with a phone number written on it.

“That’s my number. Call if you need absolutely anything, ya hear?”

I thank him, and he offers me an easy smile before he walks down to his bike, scanning the street in front of him, and I turn back to my house, taking a deep breath as I step over the threshold.

* * * *

“Ali,” Izzy calls into the house as the front door opens but I don’t say a word, curled up on the couch in the back living room, staring at the wall. I didn’t go to work today, and I figured that they would be over at some point. It’s a good thing they both have a key because I haven’t unlocked a single door since everyone left yesterday.

“There you are,” Izzy says, walking into the kitchen and setting her stuff down on the counter. I flick my gaze over in her direction before focusing back on the wall.

“In here, Carly,” she calls over her shoulder as the front door opens again.

“Hey, Hon. How are you doing?”

I sigh and climb off the couch, walking to the kitchen where Carly is setting bags of food down on the counter. My stomach rumbles, and I realize I haven’t eaten all day.

“Did you sleep on the couch, Ali?” Izzy asks, and I nod.

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

I look over at my bedroom door and sigh again as I motion for them to follow me. When I reach the door, I grab the handle and stop, taking a deep breath before pushing it open. Standing back, I let them walk in, and they look around in confusion.

“What are we supposed to be seeing here, Ali?” Izzy asks, and I point to the dresser and my bed.

“When I left yesterday morning, the drawer was closed and my bed was made.”

“Oh,” Carly breathes.

Izzy looks at me with worry in her eyes. “What did the police say?”

“Not much. I’m not even sure if anything is missing but I just couldn’t sleep in here last night. It felt like someone was watching me.” That’s the understatement of the year. Even out in the living room, it felt like someone’s gaze was on me, creeping over my skin like a thousand tiny bugs, and I was on the verge of tears as the night stretched on.

“Why don’t you come stay with me?” Carly suggests, and I shake my head.

“No, I don’t want to leave.”

Izzy and Carly share a look before focusing back on me. “What about Storm? Could he stay with you?”

“Logan.”

“Huh?” Izzy asks, scrunching her nose up in confusion.

“His name is Logan. Storm is just a nickname.”