Logan’s POV
I was on the back terrace with a cigarette when Lucas found me.
I didn’t smoke often. Only when I didn’t know how to handle my thoughts, and tonight it was clawing at my ribs.
Lucas came out and stood beside me at the railing. He’d cleaned up, too.
“Hand me a smoke,” he said.
I shook one out of the pack and passed it to him. Lit it for him, the flame catching between us in the dark. He took a drag and blew it out slowly, watching the smoke drift over the grounds.
For a while, neither of us said anything.
“Brother.” Lucas didn’t look at me. “What’s going on?”
I didn’t answer.
“I know we haven’t been close lately,” he said. “I know that’s mostly on both of us. But you’re keeping me out of something, so I’m asking you straight. What is she?”
I took a long pull on my ciga
