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“Hello.” Her reluctant voice was barely above a whisper.
“Abby, is that you?”
She breathed easier. It was her mother.
“Hi, Mom.”
“What’s wrong?”
“I’ve got a miserable headache.”
“What’s bothering you?”
“What makes you think anything’s bothering me?” Her mother displayed none of the sympathy Logan had.
“Abby, I know you. When you get a headache it’s because something’s troubling you.”
Breathing deeply, Abby glanced at the ceiling with wide-open eyes, unable to respond.
Her mother resumed the interrogation. “Did you talk to Logan yesterday?”
“Only for a little while. He was on his way to a meeting.”
“Did you tell him you want to continue seeing Tate?”
“I didn’t get the chance,” Abby said, more aggressively than she’d intended. “Mom, I tried, but he didn’t have time to listen. Then Tate phoned me and asked me out this weekend and…I said yes.”
“Does Logan know?”
“Not yet,” she mumbled.
“And you’ve got a whopper of a headache?”
“Yes.” The word trembled on her lips.
“Abby.” Her mother’s voice took on the tone Abby knew all too well. “You’ve got to talk to Logan.”
“I will.”
“Your headache won’t go away until you do.”
“I know.”
Dano strolled into the room and leaped onto the sofa, settling in Abby’s lap. Grateful to have one friend left in the world, Abby stroked her cat.
It took her at least twenty minutes to work up enough fortitude to call Logan’s home number. His phone rang six times, and Abby sighed, not leaving a message. She assumed he’d gone to class on his own, that he was on his way, so she didn’t bother trying his cell. She’d talk to him tomorrow.
She closed her eyes again, wondering how—if—she could balance her intense attraction to Tate with her feelings of friendship for Logan. Friendship that sometimes hinted at more. His ardent kiss yesterday had taken her by surprise. But she had to tell him about Tate…
The apartment buzzer woke Abby an hour later. She sat up and rubbed the stiff muscles of her neck. Dano remained on her lap and meowed angrily when she stood, forcing the cat to leap to the floor.
“Yes?” she said into the speaker.
“It’s Logan.”
Abby buzzed him in. Her hand was shaking visibly as she unlocked the door. “Hi,” she said in a high-pitched voice.
Logan stepped inside. “How are you feeling?”
