Bella’s hands stilled on the purse strap. She lifted her eyes to mine, her expression tightening with something almost like desperation. “Then promise me one thing,” she whispered. “Don’t talk to him. Don’t meet with him until I’ve spoken to him first.”
I didn’t answer immediately; I just stared at her.
“Alex,” she pressed, her voice trembling now, her eyes pleading.
I gave a small nod. “I heard you.”
Bella’s lips jutted out in the slightest pout, her teeth tugging at her bottom lip. “That’s not enough,” she insisted softly. “Promise me, Alex. I don’t want him twisting things or coming up with some crazy idea about us. I already misunderstood you once before, and… I know how easy it’ll be for Logan to do the same.”
Watching her fuss over me—over us—was strangely endearing. Kind of cut
