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“Beth, you can open your eyes.”
“I don’t want to.”
“What’s the story with the scar?” Archer asks.
“What?”
“You want me to distract you. Tell me about the scar.”
I finally open my eyes, only because I need to school my features when I say, “It’s nothing. I broke a glass once.”
Logan’s grip slides from my leg and doesn’t return.
When I look at him, his mouth is set into a hard line.
“You broke a glass?” The words drip from his lips like venom.
Shit. Shit. Shit.
I told him it was a childhood fall, and he saw my breakdown the night I broke the beer bottle. No matter how much I try to save face, his eyes burn a hole through me.
He sees it.
He sees the truth.
“Logan—”
He holds up a hand. “I need a minute,” he says, clenching his jaw.
And then he’s gone.
Archer looks to me like I should have the answer.
I do, but it’s not one I can share.
“I need to talk to him.”
I leave the warmth of the tattoo studio to find him pacing on the street.
“Logan?”
He stops, his head snapping back to look at me. The anger causing his brows to furrow is replaced with a clenched jaw.
“Go back inside. Kyle can do the tattoo.”
I shake my head, taking a small step towards him. “I don’t want him to do it. I came here for you to do it.”
He runs a frustrated hand through his hair before blowing out a long breath. “I can’t.”
“Why?”
“Jesus, because I want to kill the bastard, but I can’t. He’s already dead.”
I swallow the sticky lump in my throat, fighting the tears threatening to fall. “You don’t need to be angry for me.”
“But I am,” he snaps.
Another step forward and I rest a trembling hand on his chest. His heart beats madly against my palm, sending a tingle across my skin.
