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Why does he have to show up now? We haven’t seen or spoken to each other since the day I moved out. He wanted to keep in touch, claiming that he was worried about me and just wanted to make sure I was doing okay, but I wouldn’t have any of it. His concern is neither wanted nor appreciated by me and only serves himself.
“Well, fine, I’m here because I wanted to check in with you,” he says ruefully, throwing a quick look at the house I just left. “You blocked me on everything and made it impossible for me to contact you. But I was worried about you. I just wanted to make sure you’re okay, and so I thought... I thought I might stop by, just to see.”
“Liar,” I spit. “You could have just asked Mrs. Warden, you have her number and I’m sure she never blocked you on anything. She wouldn’t know how. If you’re so worried, why not call her?”
He licks his lips and averts his eyes, looking down at his feet as he seems to try to come up with a clever response.
“Are you stalking me or something?” I want to know. “Why would you do that?”
He snorts in disgust. “Erm, no, I’m not stalking you! Get over yourself!”
“You just said you’re here to see me!” I point out. “How did you even know I’d be here?”
“You mean, since you don’t even live here anymore?”he asks, glaring at me through narrow eyes.
My jaw drops and I take a step back, instinctively putting more distance between us.
“So, youdidcall Mrs. Warden,” I hiss. “You talked to her and she told you.”
“Fine, yes, I did!”he barks back. “And she told me you’d moved out, because you found a new job and you’re moving in with a friend from work. I’m sorry, Kat, Mrs. Warden may buy that story, but I don’t! This is bullshit!”
“Bullshit that doesn’t concern you.”
I gasp in shock and turn around to find Logan standing just a few steps behind me. He’s wearing a suit, sparkling cufflinks reflecting the sunlight as he marches toward us, his hair gelled to the side and a stern expression on his face as he’s eying Patrick. What he’s doing here now? And how did he even get here if Christopher was waiting for me? I see the car now, pulled up double-parked a few yards behind Logan, with Christopher sitting behind the wheel.
“Who the fuck are you?” Patrick snaps at Logan, jutting his chin forward as he approaches him.
Alarmed, I jump between them, raising my hands in a defensive motion to beckon Patrick to stay back while I plant myself before Logan.
“I’m the fucking person who will smash your face in if you don’t leave her alone right this second!” Logan threatens, and I hold him back by placing my hand on his strong chest, when he makes a move to get closer to Patrick.
“Please, Logan, it’s okay, I know him,” I say, meeting Logan’s furious gaze. “He’s my ex.”
The look on his face turns downright sour and a deep crease emerges between his brows while he studies Patrick from head to toe. He’s not that much taller than Patrick, but stronger by far, and the confident way in which he carries himself only adds to his much more intimidating appearance. It’s pretty obvious who would win a physical fight between them.
“Your ex?”he asks, a flare of incredulity flitting across his face. “What’s he doing here?”
There’s something new in his expression now, something I didn’t expect.
Jealousy.
He glares at Patrick, his eyes turned to narrow slits and his lips pressed into a thin line.
“Please, Logan, could you give us a minute—”
“No,” he cuts me off. “You’re coming with me. Now.”
Patrick erupts with laughter.
“Who the hell do you think you are?”he blurts at Logan. “She just told you to fuck off, dude.”
“Dude?” Logan repeats.
He makes a move to approach Patrick, but I hold him back, placing both my hands on his chest in an appeasing manner. “Please, Logan, no.”
His hands curl into fists, throwing daggers at Patrick with his gaze, while his whole body trembles with fury.
“Who the hell is this clown?” Patrick wants to know. “Did you get yourself a bodyguard or...”
