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Sailor
Ihave what’s left of my burger halfway to my mouth when I feel a hand at the small of my back. Damn it. Can’t I at least finish my food?
“Hello, Candy.”
I fight the urge to laugh as Logan takes a seat on the empty barstool beside me. He has a ghost of a smile on his face.
“Hello, Coach Decker.”
“Why don’t we cut the crap? I know your name isn’t Candy.”
I take a big bite of my burger, not caring how unladylike it might be, and take my time chewing just to annoy him. When I swallow, I wipe the ketchup from my bottom lip with my finger and lick it clean.
“Is that so?”
“Why lie to me?”
“Oh, I don’t know. I wasn’t into the whole introduction thing, considering we already know each other. You take too many sacks and lose your memory?” I take a jab at him. “Then again, I guess I was pretty forgettable.”
He shifts on the stool, inching closer to me. “That’s not true, Sailor.”
“Sixteen years ago, I might have believed you.”
“You think I haven’t thought about that summer?” he asks, and there’s this hint of emotion in his voice. Regret.
I push my plate away, knowing I won’t eat another bite. “Honestly, Logan, I don’t think you have. You got everything you wanted. The cheerleader. The scholarship. The NFL.”
“And did you get everything you wanted? Are you happy?”
I put a twenty beside my plate and get off the stool, stepping away quickly when that movement puts me a tad too close to Logan for comfort.
“I am just peachy.”
He grabs my arm, pulling me so close to him that I can smell his cologne. I’ll be damned if it isn’t the same stuff he wore in high school. Smells so damn good.
“Is that why you’re here alone?” he challenges.
“Doesn’t mean I’m leaving alone,” I retort and snatch out of his grasp.
“You know, if you would stop hating me for five seconds, we could talk. I could explain.”
“You’ve had plenty of time to do that,” I say. “Why don’t you just stick with lame apology attempts?”
As I’m walking away from the bar, I hear him yell that he’s sorry. I laugh to myself, certain everyone in there is wondering why he’s apologizing to me. Their curiosity will drive them crazy.
Mine won’t. I don’t need to give him five seconds of my time for some lame explanation. I’ve already spent sixteen years of my life holding a grudge. Five seconds won’t change anything.
