"Another whiskey, please," I said to the bartender at Down the Rabbit Hole.

It's been a five days since the very short drunk conversation I had with Logan. The one where I told him that we should go our separate ways. I haven't heard from him since. I shouldn't be surprised since I'm the one who cut ties, but at the same time, I knew Logan. It wasn't like him to give up that easily. And...I didn't want him to give up that easily. I kept checking my phone the first few days after that call. I was hoping to see a text or missed call from him. But nothing. Nada. Zilch. 

I miss him. I ran my hand through my hair. What the fuck is wrong with me? 

"I'm gonna call him." 

I looked to the right and saw a woman  pulling her phone out of her purse.

"That's never a good idea," I advised her. What can I say? I was feeling charitable.

She frowned; her expression telling me she hadn't realized I was sitting here or that I heard her. "Excuse me?"

I chuckled and pointed to her Cosmo. "Whenever someone is drinking, and they think it's a good idea to call an ex-boyfriend or girlfriend, it's usually not a good idea."

It also wasn't a good idea to answer a phone when drunk, either. After I hung up on him, I found myself wondering what it was he was going to tell me. I was surprised by his call, and considering the mood I was in, didn't think talking to him would be a good idea.

When she was quiet for several minutes, I thought maybe I made her uncomfortable. Then she surprised me by asking, "I'm sorry, but is your name Grant?"

I lowered my drink and studied her face. I didn't recognize her. "Do I know you?"

"I'm, uh, Lia—I mean, Amelia."

Understanding dawned on me. "Logan's fiancée?"

"Yes."

"How the hell do you know who I am?" The answer whispered in my mind, but I refused to believe it. Because if I was right, that meant that Logan spilled our dirty little secrets. Don't let it be true...

"Well..." She glanced away briefly. "I know."

Panic set in. Ice cold panic that was almost debilitating. It's what kept me seated and kept me from running out of this bar. "How? Did Logan tell you?"

"Well...it's kind of a long story."

I didn't give a fuck how long the story was, I needed answers. Right fucking now. What did she know? And why did Logan tell her?

"I've got nowhere else to be," I said pointedly.

"Okay," she said quietly before she started to explain. "First, I saw some text messages on his phone. The name was saved under your first initial. G. I was going to ask him about it, but then I saw you and Logan outside of the lake house." Her eyes met mine. "In the driveway."

Fuck. "You saw us."

"Yes."

Goddammit. "And you stayed with him?"

"Well, he wasn't the only one in the wrong." She exhaled a heavy sigh. "You know Wyatt, right?"

What did this have to do with Logan's brother? "Yeah. I've met him a few times."

"I've known Wyatt and Logan since I was six. Wyatt and I have always been best friends. There's no one I trusted more in my life. As we got older, I started to develop feelings for him." She took one sip of her drink after another. Clearly she needed liquid courage to tell me the story. "We had...a night during senior prom. Then at graduation, I tried to tell him I was in love with him. He got scared and took off to UCLA for four years."

I threw back the rest of my whiskey. "So, what happened next? If you don't mind me asking, of course."

"No, it's okay." She tucked her hair behind her ear. "I hadn't seen Wyatt much until he moved back a few weeks ago. When Logan proposed, that's when Wyatt told me how he felt. He said that he had feelings for me this whole time. Since graduation, maybe even before. I was so upset. He lied to me."

"I'm sorry," I said and I meant it. I didn't know Amelia—like at all—but I knew how it felt to get hurt by a Thorne. Let me tell you, it didn't fucking feel good.

"Thanks. After that we—we fooled around a little. I felt so guilty. Wyatt did, too. We agreed not to let anything happen; and then..."

"You saw the texts," I finished for her. She saw the texts that I sent to Logan when I asked him to come by my hotel room. That was the night we hooked up.

Amelia nodded. "It turned into more after that."

"Amelia, why are you telling me all this?" That's the one thing I still didn't make sense to me.

She flashed a half smile. "I know Logan felt guilty about what he did. I felt guilty about what I did. I also have the sneaky feeling that you felt a little guilty, too. You don't have to. I told Logan that I forgave him and I wasn't mad at him. He said the same to me. I think all four of us were just following our hormones."

I looked down at my empty glass and my hair fell over my eyes. "I'm sorry, Amelia. I shouldn't have done what I did."

"Logan and I aren't getting married," she blurted.

My mouth dropped open. "You...aren't getting married?" Excuuuuuuuse me? Really?

Is that what he had been calling to tell me? That he wasn't getting married? Nice, Grant. He could have been calling to tell me any number of things. Maybe that he wanted to actually give it—Nah. What the fuck was I thinking?

"No," Amelia answered, drawing my attention. "I'm in love with Wyatt and Logan is," she glanced away from me, "well, you know. He didn't tell you?"

Maybe if I had given him a chance on the phone. But that's not what I said to her. I turned on the stool to face the bar. "Logan doesn't tell me much anymore."

Her voice was low. Cautious. "Do you think you and Logan are going to try again?"

The bartender brought another whiskey for me and another Cosmo for Amelia. She drank hers slowly; one sip at a time. I, on the other hand, drank mine like I was dying of thirst. Truth was—I was hurting. Bad. 

I turned back to Amelia. "No. Logan and I don't work. Besides," I looked away, "I have—I'm with someone."

Okay, it was a lie, but I didn't know what else to say to her. I didn't know if Vanessa and I were actually over or not. She could just need space. Right? Maybe? 

Two Hours Later

"Fuck them!" Amelia yelled over the music in the bar. "You and I don't need those Thorne boys!"

Amelia and I have been bonding over booze for the past couple hours. She seemed to be in just as much pain as I was. The more time I spent with her, the more I liked her. As a friend. Knowing who she was, I felt protective over her. I stopped drinking awhile ago and switched to water. I wanted to keep an eye on my new friend. That's what she was. A friend.

Fuck. She was the only friend that knew pretty much everything about me. The only friend that knew my secrets and didn't judge me for it. She was unbiased and it felt nice to have someone like that—even if it's just for tonight.

I smiled at her. "Is that so?"

She waved her hand at me. "Yes! Just because Wyatt is the only man I have ever been with, and the fact that him I love, doesn't mean anything."

'Wait, you and Logan didn't..." Logan told me that they haven't slept together, but she probably didn't know that and I didn't want her to feel uncomfortable that I knew already.

She closed her eyes briefly. "No. For me, it never felt right. He wasn't Wyatt."

Silence hung between us before she pulled out her phone and started dialing.

"Who are you calling?"

She held up her finger to silence me. "Wyatt? Hey, it's Amelia."

I jumped to my feet. "Hang up!"

Drunk calls were not a good idea. Not only that, she might say something about Logan and I. I definitely didn't want Wyatt finding out like that. Or at all. Ever. Never. 

She shushed me before answering something Wyatt said. "I am more than okay, Wyatt Thorne. I am drunk and fine and drunk."

God, she was hammered. I promised I would make sure she got home okay. As a matter of fact, I should probably call an Uber soon. She really shouldn't drink anymore.

Amelia laughed into the phone. "No, you're not! I am having a lovely time with this very attractive blonde man who promised to take me home."

Oh, great. I shook my head at her. This wasn't good.

Whatever Wyatt said seemed to annoy Amelia. "Enough talking. I'm gonna go now. Bye, Wyatt."

She hung up and looked at me innocently. "What?"

"You know he's definitely coming now, right?"

She opened her mouth and closed it repeatedly. "Well, fuck!"

I chuckled. "Told you. Drunk dialing never ends well." 

Hey everyone! It's Friday! So, this chapter is part 1 of 2 before things really start rolling for Logan and Grant. I will be posting the 2nd part tomorrow (classes started this semester so I don't have as much free time). Enjoy and thanks for reading 🖤