Chapter Ten

Logan

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I was in trouble.

Being with Adam had been amazing, beyond what I’d thought it would be. Even now as we cuddled on the couch, naked and spent, my mind was still lingering on what we’d shared.

Obviously Adam was a complete virgin when it came to anything gay sex related, and the thought that I’d been his first for everything was affecting me more than I thought it would. I’d never fucked a virgin before, a few guys with only one or two experiences to their names, but never a virgin.

I’d had a great experience my first time. My partner had really taken the time to prep me, and he’d made the entire encounter about me. I’d wanted to do that for Adam, and I hoped it had been as good for him as it had for me.

That part wasn’t weird for me. I never wanted to be that guy who busts a nut and then bails. I liked to leave my bedmates happy and satisfied, but it had been different with Adam. I’d enjoyed it because he had, and I was completely in love with him.

I’d been hoping it was just a blurring of lines because we were friends, roommates and lovers, but it was more than that.

I was in love with someone for the first time, and it was my semi-closeted bisexual roommate.

Fuck my life.

After being with Adam I knew this was it. I couldn’t look at him the same ever again, but the hell if I knew what to do about it.

I didn’t do boyfriends, and I definitely didn’t stick around if there was drama. Being semi-closeted made things hella complicated, and living together added another layer to it. All of that should have made me run for the hills and never look back, but something told me Adam was worth it. I wanted to be with him, but there was still that part of my brain that worried he’d end up inadvertently hurting me if I gave him everything.

As Adam nuzzled his face against my chest I gripped him tighter, not even caring that I hadn’t pulled off the condom and was going to have to take care of it at some point. I didn’t want to move and I absentmindedly stroked his hair.

I might think Adam was worth it, but how did he feel about me? We were friends, that much was real and obvious, but what was he feeling? Was there a chance he was in love with me too? Maybe he was falling for me and could eventually get there, or was I a casual lay he could experiment with?

“You okay?” Adam glanced up at me.

“I’m great, you?”

“Perfect.” His eyes fluttered closed for a second and a small smile tugged at his lips as I rubbed his head a little harder. I loved the feel of his soft, short hair under my hand.

“Feel good?”

“Yeah.” He sighed and put his chin on my chest so we could look at each other a little easier. “That was really amazing.”

“Yes, it was. You look like you have more to say.”

“You like to do both, right?”

“Yes, I top and bottom.”

“And you’d still be willing to bottom for me?”

“I think we might need a few minutes to recover, but sure. Why not?” I winked and he laughed, shaking his head.

“Not now, obviously. But sometime?”

“Definitely.”

Adam sighed and closed his eyes for a moment. “I really don’t want to move.”

“Me either. But,” I leaned up to give him a quick kiss, “I need to clean up, and I think we’ll have to get dressed at some point.”

“Nope. This is a clothes free zone for the rest of the day.” Adam shook his head, a playful smile on his lips.

“Really? What about all night?”

“Clothes free until we have to adult tomorrow.”

“I like the sound of that.” I grinned as Adam gave me another kiss and then shifted so I could sit up. “I’ll clean up and get a blanket, you pick what you want to watch.”

“Are you asking me to Netflix and Chill?” He gave me a coy grin.

“Pretty sure you were the one demanding it.”

“True. Thirsty?” he asked as I stood and stretched. “I’ve got beer.”

“Thanks.”

It didn’t take me too long to clean up and get rid of the used condom, and I grabbed the comforter off my bed to use as a blanket. Adam was sitting on the couch waiting for me with a beer in each hand, and the sight warmed something deep in my chest.

“Now that’s what a boy fantasizes about.”

“What’s that?” Adam asked as I sat next to him and draped the blanket over us. “Beer?”

“A hot naked man holding beer.”

“I can see the appeal of that.” He handed me one and leaned against me. Even though he was slightly taller he seemed to fit perfectly against me, and cuddling felt natural.

“So, what did you pick?” I nodded to the TV.

“Breaking Bad? We can pick up where we left off.”

“Sounds good.” I sipped my beer and sighed. “I could get used to this.”

Adam and I were no stranger to cuddling, or fooling around while we tried to watch Netflix, but this was different. Beyond the fact that we were naked and snuggling under a blanket, there was a layer of intimacy that hadn’t been there before. It might have been the sex, or that I’d finally admitted I was in love with him, but everything suddenly felt very boyfriend-y.

I didn’t want to think about anything other than how comfortable and happy I was, and instead I tried to keep my mind on Adam and the TV. I could worry about everything else later.

* * * * *

We spent the rest of the day and evening on the couch, only getting up to answer the door when our pizza arrived, although I had gotten dressed for that. The delivery guy didn’t need to see me naked.

It was the perfect day and night. We’d watched Netflix, made out and taken turns getting the other off until our dicks were completely spent, even then we’d continued to cuddle and kiss. We’d devoured our pizzas and stayed up until two in the morning trying to finish off season three of the show.

I hadn’t wanted to go to bed, and he seemed as though he was trying to hold off as well, and we’d stalled until we were both yawning. I’d wanted to invite him to my room so we could sleep together. After spending so long with him on the couch I didn’t want to sleep alone, but I chickened out.

I was a cuddle whore when it came to sleeping with someone. Poor Avery had found that out the hard way when we’d shared a bed over Thanksgiving last year, and she’d spent the entire weekend playing little spoon for me.

The funny thing was, I might be a cuddle whore, but I didn’t usually spend the night with anyone. Sleeping together was intimate and I only did it if I was too drunk or too tired to get home, and even then I was usually up early and out the door before my partner woke up. It was like I had a homing beacon that forced me to get up and get out while the sun was still rising.

Adam was a relationship guy so I assumed he was used to sleeping with partners, but he’d never done it with a guy. Did he want to share a bed, or was that too intimate for him?

I’d hoped he would invite me to his bed, he had offered his room for sex earlier, but he didn’t. Instead I went to bed alone, thinking about how he was just on the other side of the wall, and feeling lonely.

It had taken way too long to fall asleep, and when my alarm had gone off at eight in the morning I’d felt dead on my feet. It had taken everything I had to crawl out of bed, shower, brush my teeth and head out the door. I didn’t even have the energy to make coffee so I’d stopped at The Co-Op and picked up an Americano with two extra shots of espresso and inhaled it on my way to class.

I’d managed to stay awake and take notes, but hadn’t really retained anything I’d heard in my first class. I was feeling more human by my second and finally felt like myself by the end of my last class.

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Avery: dinner tonight? My treat :)

Logan: please and thank you :)

Avery: the bar or somewhere else?

Logan: bar is good. Yay employee discounts ;)

Avery: lol. True.

Logan: is Paige working tonight?

Avery: yeah. I think Jay is going to be coming by for the end of her shift.

Logan: hold please

Avery: lol

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Logan: you hitting the pub tonight?

Jay: yeah. Paige is off at 9 so I’ll be there around 8.

Logan: want to get the gang together?

Jay: sure. I’ll talk to Jax

Logan: Avery’s good to go

Jay: then Matt will be too

Logan: lol. Yes he will

Jay: cool. See you then

Logan: cool

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Logan: hey babes. Jay’s going to meet up with us, hopefully Jax too

Avery: sweet, but just us for dinner

Logan: no Matty?

Avery: not tonight. I need a best friend date night :)

Logan:  :) I so need one too

Avery: meet after class? We can grab coffee and then head over

Logan: sure. I’m done now

Avery: me too. Meet at co-op?

Logan: done

Avery: yay! See you then :)

Logan: *kisses*

Avery: *kisses*

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I made my way over to The Co-Op and got in line to pick up our drinks. It was pretty busy, so as soon as Avery walked in I nodded toward an empty booth so she could grab it for us.

When I finally got to the front of the line I ordered two mochas and then headed over to where Avery was sitting.

“What’s going on with you?” she asked as soon as I sat down and handed her drink over.

“What do you mean?”

“You’ve been pretty MIA recently. I know you’re not going out, but you could still come over. Paige was saying how she’s barely seen you, and Jax mentioned you’d blown off a few offers to hang out.”

“I...”

“Are you seeing someone?”

Her words cut through me and my lie died on my lips. I hated lying to her, and I needed to talk to someone.

“Kind of.”

“Logan?”

“He’s not out.”

“Is it the same guy? The one who only realized he was bi recently?”

“Yeah.”

“There must be something special about him if you’re still seeing him.”

“There is. He’s amazing.”

“So what’s keeping him quiet?”

“I’m guessing he’s scared at how people will react. He’s got a lot to lose if he’s not accepted.”

“Cryptic...like family?”

“And other things.”

“Still with the cryptic.” She sighed and pulled the lid off her drink. “I understand you’re protecting him, and I think that’s really amazing of you, but is he worth it?”

“Yes.”

My answer was so fast I didn’t even have time to think before I was talking.

Avery grinned and sipped her coffee.

“Don’t give me that look.” I rolled my eyes and popped the lid off my drink.

“You really care about him.”

“I do.”

“You love him.”

“Yeah, I do.”

“But you’re not sure he feels the same?”

“No.”

“Have you told him?” she asked carefully.

“Yeah, I waxed poetic about him and confessed my love while we were Netflix and chilling the other day.”

She snickered and took another sip.

“No, I can’t tell him.”

“So what are you going to do?”

“No clue. But I can’t seem to walk away.”

“Well, how about you put him out of your mind and focus on hanging out and having fun. It’s been forever since we all got together.”

“I can’t really spring for too much fun.”

“I’ve got you. Matt got me a push-up bra and my tips have been phenomenal this week.”

I almost spit out the sip of my coffee I’d just taken.

“Matty bought you a push-up bra? My brother Matt? The same one who still gets jealous when I get my bestie cuddles from you and he knows I like dick?”

“The same one.” She laughed. “He said I might as well flaunt what I have, but he also gave me a whistle and a mini can of pepper spray.”

“That definitely sounds like him.”

“Can I ask you something personal?” she asked after a pause

“Of course. I’m an open book.”

“Have you had sex with your mystery guy yet?”

“Yes.”

“Did you feel anything with him?”

“I felt everything with him.” I sighed and toyed with my cup. “It was...perfect.”

“Logan.” She reached out and put one of her hands over mine. “This sounds complicated. You need to figure out where he’s at or you’ll get hurt.”

“I know.” I sighed and gripped her hand in mine. “I’m scared.”

“I get that. Admitting how you feel about someone is terrifying.”

“He’s the only guy I’ve ever let get into a position where he could hurt me since Ryan. Every other guy in my past was a body, but he’s...he’s so much more.”

“I don’t want to see you get hurt, but there’s something I think you should hear.”

“What?”

“There’s a girl at the bar, you know Heidi?”

“Yeah, the bartender?”

“She’s bi as well. She only came out last year when she met a girl she wanted to be with. I was talking with her and mentioned I knew of someone who was struggling to come out as bi and she made a few points I’d never thought of.”

“What did she say?”

“She said it took her a long time to come to terms with her sexuality, and a lot of people still don’t understand it. They think she’s in a phase, faking it or just a lesbian who can’t admit the truth. It was really hard for her, and even now that she’s with her girlfriend she still has to defend her past relationships and her sexuality.”

“So you think that’s something my man might be struggling with.”

As stupid as it was, calling Adam ‘my man’ felt really good.

“I think so. It’s a bit different from what you went through because you’ve only liked men. He’s liked women, and now he likes you. It adds a whole new layer of confusion to it, and he might be worried that coming out as bi would mean people would think of him as gay when that’s not what he is.”

“Shit, I never thought of that.”

“I could be way off, but it made a lot of sense when Heidi said it.”

“Yeah. I guess I have to take that into account too.”

“Okay, enough relationship talk.” She grinned and gulped down some of her coffee. “Time for gossip, and then dinner and drinks.”

“You really are my favorite person ever.”

“I know.” She grinned. “And you’re mine.”

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ADAM

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“What?” I answered my phone after looking at the call ID. It wasn’t the most polite thing to say but Kevin wasn’t exactly who I wanted to be hearing from.

“We’re hitting a new bar tonight, you in?” He didn’t even bother to acknowledge my curt greeting.

Kevin was one of the few people I knew who used their phone for more than just texting and looking at the internet. He had a habit of calling if he had more than a few things to say and he refused to get into text conversations, unless it was dirty talk with some random he’d met.

“Who’s we?”

“First stringers and a few lady fans.”

I sighed and looked at the clock on the stove. I’d been in the process of trying to figure out if I wanted to crack into my waiting beer now or wait a bit when my phone had rung. I’d thought it might be Logan, but it had been Kevin.

“Come on, man. It’s been forever since you came and chilled with us. You said you’re on track with your work. What’s one night out going to do?”

“I guess, yeah.” I was starting to warm up to the idea of going out.

Between wanting to spend all my time with Logan and actually spending all of my free time with him, I needed to get out.

It wasn’t that I wanted to be away from him, it was the opposite. He’d texted me when I’d been at the gym to tell me he was going out with his friends and I missed him. We’d been separated for a day and as far as I knew he was coming back to the apartment later, and I fucking missed him.

I wasn’t jealous he was going out, or worried about him meeting someone. I was sad that I’d miss spending the evening with him.

I was so far gone with love it was pathetic. Here I was panting after him like a puppy, pouting when he decides to go out with his friend and then mope because I missed him. That wasn’t me. That had never been me. I didn’t know what hold Logan had on me, but I needed to get some perspective before he broke my heart.

I loved Logan. I knew that, and I could admit that. I was head-over-heels in love with him, but I was getting too attached.

I needed to put some distance between us or he’d destroy me when whatever we had was over, it only made sense to start now.

“So you’re in?”

“I’m in. Where and when are we meeting up?”

“Celtic Corners, at eight.”

“Cool.”

It was almost seven so I had enough time to grab a shower, have a quick bite and then head over. I’d look up the address on my phone later.

* * * * *

When I walked into the bar it was hard to miss my teammates. A dozen of them and a handful of girls were sitting in the back area of the bar drinking from pitchers and being loud and boisterous.

It was strange. A few months ago that had been me. I would have been at the center of the crowd laughing and drinking, and being loud and obnoxious. Now I looked at them and actually had to work up the desire to put my happy drinking face on and go over to them.

As I headed to the back of the bar I almost bumped into someone, and when I looked up I was so shocked I almost tripped.

“Adam?”

“Logan?” I looked at him and then at the table full of my teammates. None of them had noticed me yet.

I saw Logan look to his left and that’s when I noticed his brothers and their girlfriends sitting at a table laughing and talking quietly.

“I didn’t know you were going to be here.” I swallowed and tried not to notice how gorgeous he was, or how much I wanted to lean in and kiss him.

“Avery and Paige work here. We meet here all the time.”

“Kev invited me...I’ve never been here before,” I added lamely.

“Oh, well, I guess you should go and see your friends. I was just going to the bathroom.”

“Yeah. Guess I should.”

He gave me a pained look and sidestepped me so he could pass. It took everything in my power not to turn and watch him walk away, and that was the moment Kevin looked up and saw me.

“Dude!” he shouted and the other guys started cheering and waving their drinks around.

I went up to the group and slid into an empty chair. “What’s up?”

“You need a drink, man.” Kevin pushed a glass of beer toward me and I caught it before it could spill all over me.

“Thanks.”

I was just lifting the glass to my lips when I saw Katie at the other end of the table. She gave me a flirty wave and a wink and I hoped my smile didn’t seem too forced as I nodded back.

Shit just got really complicated.

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LOGAN

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Adam was the last person I expected to see at the pub, and that had been the most awkward greeting of my life. As soon as I’d seen him I’d had the overwhelming urge to kiss him, but we were in public and I assumed he was meeting up with the group of loud ballplayers at the back of the bar.

I’d been fooling myself when I’d thought I could keep things platonic out in public but fuck him in private. Pretending that his presence didn’t make both my heart and my cock swell was impossible, and it hurt.

I understood he wasn’t out yet, and I even got how it was more complicated for him than it had been for me, but it was hard to be someone’s dirty little secret.

The worst part was I couldn’t even talk to anyone about what I was feeling without outing him, and I wasn’t going to do that no matter how hurt I was. Instead I went to the bathroom, did my business, washed my hands and headed back to our table.

“You okay?” Matt asked after I’d sat down.

“Fine.” I nodded and picked up my glass.

He gave me a look that said he clearly didn’t believe me, but I just smiled and tried to act natural.

Everyone was laughing at some story Jax was in the process of telling and I tried to focus on him and not Adam, who was still in my line of sight, as he sat and drank with his friends.

“I’m going to get a refill, want one?” Matt asked, nodding to my nearly empty glass.

“Sure.” I drained what was left and pushed it toward him

“Do I look like your barmaid?” he asked with a chuckle. “Get your ass up and come to the bar with me.”

I rolled my eyes as Avery giggled and followed Matt up to the bar.

“So, what’s going on with you?” he asked, leaning against the bar as he looked at me.

“Nothing.”

“Bullshit. I know you, Logan. Something is bothering you.”

“Avery didn’t tell you?”

“You’re my brother. If you need to talk to me you know I’m here. You’re allowed to have secrets, Logan. Avery would never betray your trust.”

“I know.” I sighed and leaned against the bar heavily.

“Guy trouble?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s going on?”

“I’m kind of seeing someone.”

“Wow. That’s new for you.”

“Yeah.” I nodded. “But it’s complicated?”

“He’s in the closet?”

“Big time. He’s also bi.”

“Wow, another difference.”

“I know. I’ve never really met any bi guys before. It’s a bit weird to think that he can get it up for anyone.”

“Pretty sure that’s not how it works.” Matt laughed. “I’m sure it’s certain chicks and certain guys. Not everyone with genitals.”

“True.” I couldn’t help smiling. “So, yeah. It’s complicated.”

“You have feelings for him?”

“I do.”

“You love him.” It wasn’t a question.

“That obvious?”

“Only because I know you. Does he love you?”

“I don’t know. He likes me.”

“What else is bothering you?”

“I’m the first guy he’s ever messed around with.”

“Ah, another layer of complication.”

“Yup.” I sighed again and raked my hand through my hair. “What if whatever he’s feeling is because I’m his first?”

Matt looked at me for a moment and then smiled. “I felt the same way with Avery.”

“What?”

“I was head over heels in love with her, but I was scared she only felt what she did because I was her first... everything.”

“How did you get over it?”

“I told her I loved her and she said it back.” He grinned.

“That simple, huh?” I rolled my eyes and he laughed.

“Ended up being that simple. Didn’t seem it at the time.”

“You know, until him I never wanted more. I didn’t want what you and Avery, or Jay and Paige have. I liked being free and single.”

“And now?”

“I want a boyfriend.”

“Is that desire stronger than your need to protect yourself?”

“I couldn’t tell you.”

“Logan, I know you were pretty messed up when Ryan—”

“I really don’t want to talk about that. Not right now,” I cut him off.

“Okay. Just know that I’m here for you, okay? That will never change.”

“Thanks, Matty.”

“Now, let’s get you a refill.”

“Please and thank you.”

It took a moment to get the bartender’s attention, but when we had our new drinks in hand we headed back to the table.

I couldn’t stop myself from glancing at Adam, and he seemed to be having a great time. He was laughing, giving the guy to his left a high-five, and his glass was empty.

Well, two could play this game. If he could have fun ignoring me then I could pretend to have fun without him.

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ADAM

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Pretending to be the life of the party was fucking exhausting.

Sitting at the table talking about the same shit we always did, being loud and drinking way too fast had been my bread and butter. It had been my element and the one place off the ball field I’d felt comfortable.

Now it felt hollow and empty.

Logan and his friends were behind me so it was really hard to sneak glances at him without being obvious, but the few times I managed to glance back he’d looked like he was having fun.

He was laughing and drinking, cracking jokes and being Logan. He also never looked at me, not even when I tried to catch his attention as I walked past him to pay for a new pitcher.

Great. I was miserable and he was having the time of his life.

About two hours after I’d sat down the crowd was getting anxious and restless. I’d been pacing myself, only sipping at my beer while my buddies inhaled theirs, and they were plastered while I only had a slight buzz.

At the moment everyone was trying to figure out where to go next. It sounded like more drinking and some dancing were in order, but I was done. I wasn’t in the mood to play along anymore, and I definitely didn’t want to go somewhere and have to babysit my teammates and their dates.

I saw movement out of the corner of my eye and glanced over in time to see Logan and his friends getting up and gathering their things. He didn’t even bother giving me a backward glance as I watched him leave he pub.

Yup, I was done.

I was just pushing my chair back when Katie appeared at my side and sank into my lap.

“You’re thinking way too hard about something.” She pressed her body against mine and I heard several of the guys cheering as everyone turned to watch us.

Shit. This wasn’t the way I’d hoped to talk to her and let her down easy. With everyone watching I knew rejecting her would be humiliating for her and she didn’t deserve that. I was the asshole who was using her as a beard.

“I’m about to head home.” I looked up at her but kept my arms by my sides.

“Mmmm. I like the sound of that,” she purred and leaned down to kiss me.

Her lips were soft and her breasts were pushing against my chest, but there was nothing. No spark, no twitch, no heat. My dick was sleeping and my nerve endings were intact. Kissing her was about as arousing as watching water flow out of the faucet.

“Katie—” I pulled away from her and shook my head.

Suddenly the hairs on the back of my neck stood at attention, and I knew someone was watching me from the other end of the bar. I turned, hoping to God it wasn’t who I thought.

Logan was standing at the table he’d just vacated with a devastated look on his face. My heart seemed to skip a beat as adrenaline flowed through my body and panic set in.

Fuck!

He wasn’t supposed to have seen that. It never should have happened, but especially not in front of Logan.

He tore his eyes from mine before I could figure out what I should do and reached into the booth and pulled out a purse. Then he spun on his heel and stalked out of the bar.

“Wow, that fag’s got it bad for you, bro.”

I turned to my left and saw the entire table was staring at me. Mac, our starting short stop, smirking as he looked at me.

“Don’t call him that.”

“It’s what he is.” Mac shrugged.

“Dude, you can’t tell me that was normal. I told you he’s been cock-blocking you.”

I turned to Kevin, my fists balling in an attempt to stop myself from knocking him on the fucking floor.

“What’s it like sharing a place with him?” Jeremy, our starting third base, asked with a snicker. “Ever catch him sniffing your briefs?”

“Or watching you sleep?” Vaughn, the second baseman, pitched in.

“I’d get a lock for my door if I were you. He was looking pretty thirsty.”

I didn’t even bother trying to place the voice with which random girl had said it. I was so angry I was shaking from the effort of hiding it.

Katie hadn’t moved off my lap, and when I looked up at her she was staring down at me with a shocked expression. After a second her shock faded and she leaned down to press her lips to my ear.

“Are you two together?”

“Yes.”

I was afraid she wouldn’t hear me I’d whispered so softly.

“It’s okay. Just follow my lead.”

She pressed a kiss against the side of my neck and stood, grabbing my hand as she did.

“Well, as much as this little scene is amusing, Adam and I will be skipping the club.” She winked and tugged me to my feet. “We’ll catch y’all later.”

She led me out of the bar as our group cheered and hollered, and when we were outside she dropped her hand and gave me a kind smile.

“Thank you.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?” she asked as she started to walk, nodding for me to fall into step with her.

“I haven’t told anyone.”

“Yeah, but I was the one trying to seduce you.” She laughed and glanced at me. “If you’d told me then I wouldn’t have done that. It had to be awkward for you.”

“A little. But I’m the asshole here. I lead you on.”

“I get why you did.” She shrugged. “Your friends are dicks.”

“My friends?”

“I only hung out with them because I was interested in you.”

“So you don’t mind missing the club?”

“Not in the least.” She paused and I could see she was struggling with her next question.

“I’m not gay,” I said quietly. “I’m bi.”

“My brother is gay but his fiancé is bi. I know a little bit about what it’s like for him.”

“It’s all new for me.”

I had no idea why I was telling her all of this. For all I knew this was a ploy to get me to open up and spill my secrets so she could blab them to everyone who would listen. It just felt so good to say it out loud I couldn’t stop.

“So he’s the first guy you’ve been with?”

“Yeah.” I nodded.

“He’s hot.” She grinned teasingly and I laughed, the tension between us broken.

“He definitely is,” I agreed.

“Do you like chili cheese fries?”

“In theory.”

“In theory? What does that mean?” She laughed and looked at me.

“I’m in training. It’s not on my diet list.”

“And beer is?”

“Not exactly,” I conceded.

“Then have a cheat night. I know this awesome little diner. It’s all done up in fifties style with a jukebox that only plays fifties music, and the waitresses wear these cute poodle skirts and pink leather jackets. Their chili cheese fries are to die for.”

“You eat chili cheese fries?” I asked as I looked her up and down.

“On cheat days.” She grinned. “Come on, we can talk about that tall drink of handsome you’re seeing.”

“Sounds good. Who can say no to talking about hot guys and eating fries?”

Katie grinned and linked her arm with mine as she steered me to the left.

The last five minutes were surreal. I’d expected her to be angry and hurt that I’d lead her on, but now we were off to eat chili cheese fries and talk about Logan. It had come out of left field, but it was exactly what I’d needed.