Logan was waiting outside when we pulled into the driveway at home.
“He texted. He wanted to talk to you,” Mason told me as he parked.
“Hey—” Logan started as we got out of the Escalade to head inside.
Mason went on ahead, and I held a hand up, stopping Logan. “If you’re here to apologize or reassure me you’re not going anywhere, you don’t have to.”
He frowned, raking a hand through his hair and grabbing a fistful. “Really?” He gestured behind him. “It’s just that Taylor reamed us out, and I thought maybe—”
“I didn’t go running because I was worried about losing you and Mason.” I c****d my head to the side. “Well, I did, but it wasn’t all about that.”
“Yeah?”
I nodded. “Some of it’s about my mom, and there’s other stuff. I’ll be fine. I promise. I’m not mad at you, if that’s what yo
