I let out a large yawn as I finally hit send on the last unanswered email in my inbox. I was so ready to leave. I've been working at this law firm since I graduated college as the personal assistant to the lead partner. 

I enjoyed it and it was good money, but lately I've been a little on edge. Having Wyatt back in town really did change a lot of things. I thought about him frequently while he was in California for school. Now, he consumed my thoughts even more now that he was back.

After the panic attack I had at the restaurant, and Wyatt coming over to my apartment, he and I haven't talked much. That was two days ago.

We both had ended up falling asleep on the couch that night. When I had woken up that morning, he was gone and had left a note. His note wasn't anything special. It simply said that he had some stuff to take care of and he would talk to me later.

I let out a frustrated breath as I logged out of my computer. Why did he effect me this way? Why did Wyatt have to invade every thought that I had? It crushed me when I told him how I felt on the day of our high school graduation, and he shut me down. Then he left for four years and I thought that I would get over him. 

Clearly, I haven't. To make matters worse, I was dating his brother. I did care about Logan and I was attracted to him; but something about our so-called relationship didn't feel right. All the times that I've kissed Logan haven't even come close to the very few times I had kissed Wyatt. When Wyatt and I kissed, it was like everything in the world fell away. 

The last time that happened was the night of our high school prom. Refusing to relive that memory, I got up from my desk and started walking to my car. 

"Amelia!" 

I stopped and turned when I heard my boss's voice. "Yes, Mr. Anderson? Did I forget something?" 

He smiled as he stopped in front of me. Kyle Anderson was a middle-aged tall man with salt and pepper hair. He has been happily married to his wife Patricia for twenty years. I haven't had many bosses in my life, but to me he was a good one. 

"No, not at all," he said kindly. "I just wanted to let you know that I approved your request." 

"I'm sorry, sir. My request?" 

His smile vanished; his expression turning pensive. "Yes. For your upcoming family trip. I think your boyfriend called this morning and spoke to HR about it." 

Wait, Logan called my office? Why would he do that? I told him before not to interfere with my work. I don't even know what request he's even talking about.

I faked a smile as I put my hand to my head. "I'm sorry, Mr. Anderson. I've had a lot on my mind lately and completely forgot about it. Thank you so much for approving it!" 

I swear, when I see Logan...

"No problem," my boss said as he turned to leave. "Have a good night, Amelia. I'll see you tomorrow." 

"You too," I replied as I got in my car. I stayed in my parking spot for a moment and took a few deep breaths. I closed my eyes and rested my head against my seat.

I didn't know what request my boss was talking about, but it had to mean time off. What was Logan planning? And why didn't he tell me about it?

Chime-chime

At first, I didn't want to even look at my phone to see who had texted me. But I was also kind of hoping it was Logan so I could rip him a new one. I glanced down at my phone and was pleasantly surprised. 

Wyatt: Hey Lia. What are you up to?

As always, my heart did that little flutter thing. 

Me: Hey. I just got off of work. How about you? 

Wyatt: Not much. Bored haha I was thinking about going out and getting a drink tonight. Want to come? I'm going to our usual hangout. 

I hesitated before replying to him. As much as I wanted to see him, I still had to go home and deal with Logan. I had no idea how that was going to go and I wasn't sure if I was going to be up for going out.

Me: I have some stuff I have to take care of when I get home. Can I let you know? 

Wyatt: Of course. I hope to see you there.

I put my phone back in my purse and headed towards my apartment. I lived about twenty away from my job, but combined with rush hour traffic, it was a good hour before I pulled into my parking garage.

It took another ten minutes for me to walk to my building and take the elevator up to my fourth floor apartment. Just when I thought there wouldn't be any more surprises today, I get to my door and there's Logan waiting for me.

"Logan? What are you doing here?" 

He turned towards me with an annoyed look on his face. "I wanted to come by and hopefully have dinner or something. Of course, you refuse to give me a key to your place so I had to sit out here and wait." 

"Excuse me?" Okay, I was not in the mood for this today. "You know what time I get home from work. I get home around the same time every day, Monday through Friday. So, if you showed up early, that's not my fault." 

He crossed his arms over his chest. "Or you can just give me a copy of your key?" 

"I told you, Logan. I don't feel like we're there yet." 

"Are you kidding me? We've known each other forever. We've been together for a year. How are we not there yet?" His eyes darkened a little before he said. "Don't you think it's a little suspicious that you won't give me a key?" 

My eyes widened and my mouth dropped a little. "Suspicious? It's a little funny that you would say that considering my boss walked up to me today and told me the time I requested off got approved." 

I waved my hands. "Any idea what he's talking about? Because I sure as hell don't know what he's talking about. Why are you calling my office, Logan? I told you my work is private." I cut him off before he could use his normal excuse. "Don't tell me it's because you wanted to surprise me. You could have told me what day to request off and still have surprised me. We've had this talk before." 

"Fine. I won't call your office anymore. But I still think it's weird that you won't give me a key." 

I let out a puff of air as I unlocked my apartment door and swung it open. "Do you think I'm hiding something, Logan? Go ahead. Look around." 

Instead of taking me up on my offer, he turned and stormed out of my apartment building. Good. This isn't the first time he tried accusing me of having someone in my apartment. Sometimes it made me wonder if he was the one who was sneaking around. In the whole year that we have dated, I have never once cheated on him.

After he was out of sight, I went inside my apartment and slammed my door shut. I sat my purse on the couch before I walked into the kitchen and poured myself a glass of wine. Why was he always acting like this?

I have never done anything that warranted the right for him to be suspicious of me. I may be guilty of still being in love with Wyatt, but I was never going to act on that. Besides, Wyatt made it clear about how he felt about me a long time ago. Or rather, what he didn't feel about me.

I honestly believed that, no matter who I dated, my feelings for Wyatt would never truly go away. And I was never going to cut him out of my life; our friendship meant too much to both of us to let that happen. 

I took a sip of my wine and let out a heavy sigh. Too frustrated to even think about eating dinner right now, I went to take a hot shower.

I spent more time in the shower than I usually did and unfortunately it still didn't help lighten my mood. When I walked over to my closet, I debated if I should put on my pajamas and stay home, or put on regular clothes and go meet Wyatt at the bar. I could really use a drink and a friend tonight.

Seconds later, I found myself reaching for one of my favorite outfits. It didn't take me too long to do my hair and put on some light makeup. I slipped on my black flats and headed out the door. It took me about ten minutes to drive to the elusive bar known as Down The Rabbit Hole.

My eyes landed on Wyatt as soon as I walked in. He was leaning against a pool table as he took a swig of his beer. He also happened to be talking to a very beautiful blond woman. Oh crap. Could this night get any worse? I turned around and tried to make my escape. I never should have come out here. If I had a choice, I would rewind this entire day. 

I cursed under my breath as I fumbled with my keys. 

"Lia! Lia, wait!"

Wyatt's voice cut through all the street noise and I turned towards him. "Hey." 

He stopped in front of me. "Where are you going?" 

"Well, you looked a little-- busy in there. I didn't want to get in the way or anything." Way to not sound awkward, Amelia. 

Wyatt smiled and I glanced away briefly. I hated when he smiled. Mainly, because I didn't. "I was just catching up with an old friend." He nodded his head towards the bar. "Come have a drink with me." 

He waited patiently while I thought about his offer. To be honest, I didn't want to go back home right now. Going home meant I would be alone with my thoughts. I also didn't want to be in a crowded bar, either. But I already knew what my decision was. 

"Yeah," I said to Wyatt. "Let's get a drink."