"Come on," I mumbled to myself. "Just knock on the damn door and get this over with."

Just as I lifted my hand to knock on the door, it opened. Fuck. I stood there for a moment with my hand in the air. Like an idiot.

"Grant! Thanks for coming."

I lowered my hand immediately. "Amelia. Hey." Great. Way to not embarrass yourself even more, jackass. This felt like a mistake. Why did I even agree to come here? Honestly, I never should have answered my phone. 

Amelia took a step back and held her apartment door open for me. "Please, come in. I appreciate you coming by."

Against my better judgement, I stepped inside her apartment and waited while she shut the door behind me. I glanced around her place. I've only been here once, but the addition of men's shoes by the door and the large duffle bag by the couch suggested Wyatt's been staying here. Good for them. They deserved to be happy. 

"I suppose you're wondering why I asked you to come by."

I turned towards her and gave her an awkward smile. "A little. I was surprised when I got your call."

After I left Vanessa's house this morning, I went back to my hotel to try to process everything that happened. That whole episode with my dad  still felt incredibly surreal. It was like I was watching it happen to someone else. When I was back at my hotel, there were a few times I thought about calling my mom. It had been years since I've spoken to her. Even though I knew how she looked at me, there was a part of me that hoped she missed me—even just a little. 

Amelia gestured to her kitchen. "Can I get you something to drink?"

I shook my head. "No, thanks. I'm good." I didn't want anything to drink. Or eat. I barely had an appetite after the morning I've had. 

"Ill get right to it then," she laughed and tucked some hair behind her ear. "I wanted to talk to you about Logan."

Of course she did. After Amelia and I bonded that night in the bar, we exchanged numbers and I told her if she ever needed anything to let me know. I meant it when I told her that I considered her a friend. It was also why I was here. Amelia called me and asked to talk. I assumed it was about Logan, but I was still hoping that it wasn't. I was hoping she wanted to bitch about Wyatt some more. Or maybe she just wanted to hang out. 

"Amelia...."

"I know you don't want to talk about it, but I really think we should." Her smile faltered. "He loves you," she whispered.

My chest tightened. "I know he does, Amelia. But it's so much more complicated than you realize."

I could tell by the slight widening of her eyes that she was surprised that I knew Logan was in love with me. But it didn't take a genius to figure that out. There have been multiple times over the past couple years where I could see it in his eyes when he looked at me. Sometimes it was in the way he touched me. It was a silent declaration that he didn't know I picked up on. 

I always brushed it off or changed the subject if I thought he was going to say the words. I just wasn't ready then. I wasn't sure I was even ready now. I may have admitted it to myself and to Vanessa that I loved him, but there were just so much stuff we needed to work out. I didn't even know if it could be worked out.

"What happened to your lip?"

Her question surprised me. I ran the tip of my tongue over the wound. "Let's just say, my dad didn't like me coming out of the closet."

Amelia cast me a sorrowful look. "I'm so sorry, Grant. He shouldn't have done that."

I shrugged. "It is what it is." I glanced in the direction of her bedroom. I was desperate for a change of subject. "Where's Wyatt?"

"He's at Logan's, actually."

I raised my brows. "He's at—did Logan know he was coming?"

"Nope."

"That's not going to go over well."

"I know," she breathed. "I kept telling Wyatt to wait until Logan was ready, but he said he waited long enough. I'm just hoping that Logan doesn't get too upset."

If Wyatt went to Logan's unannounced, I would bet money that they got into an argument. That also confirmed my other suspicion that Logan was back from the cabin. When I saw his name on my caller-ID, I assumed he was either in cell phone range Upstate, or he had returned. Now, it was clear that he was back. And if he was home, that meant he was only fifteen minutes from where I was right now.

The urge to go see him didn't go unnoticed. My hand instinctively reached for my keys before I even realized what I was doing. Knowing he was so close by...yeah. This sucked. 

"How are you and Wyatt doing?" I asked in an attempt to change the subject. Again. "Last I remember, you two were on the rocks." Okay...I'll admit that when I first got here I was pretty sure they were back together from his things laying around. But I needed to think about something else besides the man who lived fifteen-fucking-minutes from here. 

Her smile combined with the red blush of her cheeks was an answer all by itself. "The day we came to your hotel, after you left, he took me somewhere for a surprise. It was their childhood home. His parents had recently put it for sale and he...well, he said he wanted to buy it for us. We're going to renovate it and make it ours." 

For a split second, I wondered what it would be like to live with Logan. When we were up in that cabin, one of the things I enjoyed the most was waking up beside him every morning. Even though the cabin wasn't ours, I liked having a place where we could spend the day together. What would happen if Logan and I lived together? Would we continue to argue and fight non-stop? Or would we finally have a real relationship? 

"Grant, did you hear me?" 

I looked up at Amelia. Fuck. I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn't hear her. "I'm sorry. What?"

Amelia's voice was soft and caring. "I asked if you were alright." 

I pinched the bridge of my nose and suddenly my right knee started shaking anxiously. When I met her gaze again, my voice came out a little rough. "Can I ask you something, Amelia?" 

"Of course you can." 

I inhaled and exhaled a deep breath. "You said Wyatt really hurt you. The first time he left to go to California, and then the second was when he wouldn't admit how he felt."

"Yes," she answered and waited for me to continue. 

I knew I was headed down a road that I might not want to go down. But I needed to know. All I kept thinking about was the countless fighting between me and Logan. It seemed like we fought more than anything else. When I thought about our last fight...fuck that hurt. The look in Logan's eyes when he caught me on the phone with Amelia...

"How did you know you could trust him again? I mean, he hurt you, but you gave him another chance." 

She thought about the answer for a moment. "Well, I tried to picture what my life would be like without him. I tried to really think about it, you know? Would it be possible for me to be happy if I wasn't with Wyatt?"

"And?" 

Her eyes met mine. "The answer was yes. I could be happy without him—but I would never find someone else who would make me feel like he did. I might be happy, but not as happy as he made me. I might be happy, but my heart would ache for him no matter what."

In a weird way, I completely understood what she was saying. Whenever I thought about being happy, it was always with Logan. I enjoyed my time with Vanessa, but it never felt the same as when I was with him. He was different. He was Logan. 

"I don't..." I cleared my throat before I finally got the words out. "I don't think he can forgive me." 

Amelia frowned. "Forgive you for what?" 

"When I called you from the cabin. He caught me on the phone with you. God, Amelia. You should have seen the look on his face." I glanced away from her and ran my hand through my hair, tugging on the ends. "He felt so betrayed."

"Grant, I'm sure he will—"

"We got into a huge fight. He said we were done. Finished. He said he didn't want to see me or talk to me anymore." My brows drew together. "It's so strange...before I made that call, we were sitting on the couch watching a movie together. We were laughing. Then I fucked everything up."

Amelia reached out and placed her hand on mine. "I'm sure he will forgive you, Grant. You just need to talk to him." Her phone started to ring and she got to her feet. "I'll be right back. Please don't leave." 

"I'll be here," I said as she left the table. 

Maybe she was right. Maybe there was a way Logan and I could work this out. I pulled my phone out of my pocket and looked at the screen. There was a notification for a voicemail message. It was from when Logan called me. I was too scared to listen to it before.

I pushed the message for my voicemail, and put my phone to me ear...