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Chapter Twenty-Three
Samantha
I’m shaking, not climbing, into Lexi’s car.
“What’s going on? Why are you trembling?”
“Can you please take me to the Four Seasons?”
As we pull out of the parking spot she asks, “I take it that’s where Asher is staying?” She sees my nod and mutters, “What are you going to do? Don’t tell me this is the night.”
“Please just drive.”
We’re silent for a few streets. “Sam, if you’re this freaked, you shouldn’t do it tonight.”
“Logan just told me he loves me.”
“What?!” She yanks the steering wheel over, causing cars behind us to honk like crazy. Putting the car in ‘park’ Lexi flips in her seat. “He told you he loves you!”
“And that Asher might have dropped Marion on purpose.”
Lexi stares at me, and explodes even louder, “What?!!”
“I need to find out if it’s true.” Covering my face, I start to cry. “Oh my God, Lexi. He said he loves me. I just lost my best friend!”
She reaches over and wraps me up in some big-sister love, murmuring against my hair as she holds my shaking shoulders. “First of all, I’m your best friend and you’re never losing me. Second, if he loves you…”
“If he loves me…what? I won’t lose him?”
“No, you will. Unless you love him, too.”
“Of course I love him!”
“Romantically?”
“No! He’s like my…”
We both say at the same time, “Brother,” and she nods, petting me. “But he loves you in a different way. So that won’t work, Sam.” Her voice softens more. “I’m sorry, but it can’t work. You would just hurt him.”
“I’m hurt, too! I’m losing my friend!”
“Oh Sammy, I wish I could make it go away.”
The sobs wrack through my body until I have nothing left. Finally, Lexi sits back with a forlorn sigh. “I have some tissues in the glove compartment. Let’s go to the Four Seasons.”
“I can’t go looking like this.” Snatching the traveler-size case, I tug some free and wipe my face.
Lexi asks, like she can read my mind, “Was he just saying that because he’s jealous?”
My voice is hoarse, throat tight. “I’m trying not to believe that! He wouldn’t do that.”
Looking in her rearview to merge with traffic, she nods, “No, he wouldn’t. So, you want to go home? I’m assuming you don’t want to go to the cast party in this condition.”
“Take me to the hotel.”
Trepidation hisses through her teeth. “Here we go.”
