She opened the door. We stood beside each other, paused for a moment, and started forward. The hallway was empty. Heather led the way, but when she was going back towards the party, I touched her arm. I pointed the opposite way. “There’s a door down there we can slip through.”
“Okay.” Her voice dropped to a whisper and she paused. She laughed with a half-grin. “Why am I whispering?”
I laughed, and my own normal sound seemed to grate against my ears. “Because we’re trying to sneak out, even though we shouldn’t feel guilty about doing that.”
“You’re right.” She rolled her shoulders back and lifted her head. “Let’s do this, Strattan. We can sneak out like proud ninjas.”
I started to laugh, but as we went further down the hallway, a door opened and the laugh died abruptly. Logan was coming out of his room.
Heather saw him at the same time and a savage curse left her.
Hearing her, he glanced up. His eyes narrowed, took us in, and he headed towards us. Shoving his hands in his pockets, his gaze lingered the longest on me before he asked, “What were you guys doing?”
“We had a female chat,” Heather spoke up. “What were you doing?”
“Kris passed out. I put her to bed.”
“Is your door locked?”
He nodded. “Yeah, I got the same lock that Mason did.” His eyebrows bunched forward as he continued to study me. I could feel his suspicion growing and forced myself to keep a mask on my face. Logan couldn’t press me. I might not spill what Tate said, what I now knew, but I wouldn’t be able to hold back that there was something wrong. He’d be relentless, and it couldn’t come out. No matter what. He asked, in a soft voice, “You okay?”
Heather spoke first again, “She’s fine. She’s missing Mason, her boyfriend, that’s all.”
He turned his dark look to her. “I know who my brother is, and why are you speaking for her?”
“Because I want to. Because I’m spoiling for a fight, Kade, and if you don’t want it to be you, you better stand aside.”
He didn’t move.
She barked, “Now.”
He still didn’t move. He only lowered his head and narrowed his eyes at her. Glancing at me again, I felt the weight of his gaze. It didn’t matter. He knew something was up, and he knew it had nothing to do with the lies Heather had been throwing at him. Logan was like Mason. He could sense through bullshit. Turning so he was facing me directly, he asked, “What’s going on? No shit story, tell me what’s up.”
I closed my eyes; I was caught. I shook my head. “I can’t.”
“Sam?”
“Logan,” there was no way this could happen, “let this go.”
He heard the warning in my tone and seemed to reassess me. I never talked to him like this, but this was different terrain for both of us. Mason was always there. Mason was the go-between. Mason was the one we confided in, and now he was gone. Concern and doubt clouded over him and he jerked his head in a nod. Stepping aside, he said in a hurt tone, “Okay. I will.”
A pang of guilt went through me. I ignored it and told myself this was for the best. “Thank you.”
“You don’t have to leave, though. Or do you? Is,” he hesitated, still watching me intently, “that the reason you’re leaving, whatever is wrong?”
“I…” I turned to Heather. It had been, but now… She shrugged at me. “I guess not.”
“Well, in that case, you want to play me and Mark in a game of beer pong?” Logan flashed me a smirk. “Losers lose their shirts.”
Heather laughed. “That’s not an equal loss. If you lose, you’re my beer bitch next weekend.” She elbowed me. “Mark’ll have to be her bitch at home.”
“And if you guys lose?”
She glanced at me, but I shrugged. She said, “What’s our punishment?”
I felt his gaze again. Without looking, I knew he wanted to say that I would have to tell him what was wrong, but I glanced up. He saw the warning that flashed in my eyes and said, “You’re my beer bitch instead, Jax. How about that?”
“And Sam’ll be Mark’s bitch at home?”
“Sounds like a good trade.”