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He eyed the takeout box in my hand, then he glared at me. I opened the box to reveal the contents, and he sighed. “Fine. Whatever.” He turned and headed inside, and I followed, shutting the door behind me.
I set the box on the counter, and he opened it, eyes gleaming. He carried it over to the couch and started to dig in. The TV was paused on something that must have been a historical drama. We hadn’t watched much TV growing up, but when we had, it was typically something of educational value. Aka boring as hell. I wouldn’t have pegged Boone for watching something like that just for fun, but who knew.
“Don’t think you can just…buy my forgiveness,” Boone said around a mouthful of food.
I tried not to laugh as I took a seat next to him. “I’d never think that. But I do want to apologize.” I took a deep breath. “I’m sorry for not being up front with you. We weren’t…” How did I say this? “Keeping our relationship a secret wasn’t about you.”
“I get that—” he set down his fork “—now. But I felt like a fool, especially when I thought back on, well—” He glanced away. “Everything.”
I frowned. “That wasn’t my intent.”
He seemed to consider it a moment. “What you did was shitty, but I meant what I said, I’m happy for you.”
“Really?” I asked, relief coursing through me.
“Yeah. Logan’s fucking awesome, and I know you’ll treat her right. But you have some balls, dating Frost’s sister. The dude hates you. I don’t think I realized how much until Cece’s party.” He cringed.
“Yeah.” I rubbed the back of my neck. “I, um, I’ve been trying to change that.”
“Was dating Logan part of your plan? Because I have to say…” He shook his head. “That was a shitty plan.”
“No,” I gritted out. “Logan isn’t a pawn.”
He chuckled. “No shit. That woman is a damn queen.”
On that, we agreed. “And to answer your question, the thing with Logan just kind of happened,” I said, but my expression fell.
“What’s that face about?” Boone pointed at me, drawing an imaginary circle around my face, and it was nice to feel like things were a little more normal.
“Logan and I haven’t really talked since that night.”
He picked up the box and started eating once more. “Is that why I haven’t seen her around?”
“She went back to Minnesota to pack up her stuff, and then she and her mom are driving back to LA.”
“So she is coming back, at least,” he said.
“Yes, but I still don’t know where…” I paused, reminding myself that we were talking about the woman Boone had wanted to date. I am such an ass. “I’m sorry. Is this weird? Talking about her?”
“It’s fine.” He sliced a hand through the air.
“Are you sure?” I asked.
“I wouldn’t have said it was if it wasn’t. So, what are you thinking?”
“I’m worried that if I can’t fix things with Levi, I’ll never get to be with Logan.”
Boone crossed his arms over his chest. “Not fucking happening. That girl deserves her HEA even if it isn’t with me.”
I laughed. “HEA?”
“Happily ever after.” When I was still staring at him, mouth agape, he added, “I once dated a girl who was really into romance novels.”
“You dated someone?”
“Okay.” He flashed me a sheepish grin. “Maybe ‘dating’ is being generous. We were sleeping together. But I learned some really great stuff from her and those books.”
I laughed. “Okay. Well, that’s…”
