Dylan gave Logan Natalie’s number, and after hanging up with Dylan, I took Logan’s phone into the guest bedroom to make the call. Logan offered to join me, but I refused.
“This is between sisters,” I told him.
He seemed to understand.
Alone now in the bedroom with the door closed, I sat on the edge of the double bed and made the call.
Natalie didn’t answer right away. The phone rang and rang so long that I thought I might have to leave a message. Yet, just as I was thinking what to say in a voicemail, she picked up.
“I always knew you’d come crawling back,” Natalie said, her voice low and sultry.
I was confused for a moment, until I realized I was calling her from Logan’s phone. Of course, she thought I was him.
“Did you miss me, baby?” she asked.
“Natalie, it’s me,” I said.
She
