Free Reckless Secrets by Gina Robinson

friendly, boss-ly self. But now there was a secret between us that bound us and gave our relationship a new depth. Now that I knew he was really my dad, I was proud of him in a way that made me beam when I looked at him. He was a good guy. A really good guy.
    We were swamped with emergency calls for tech support from almost the minute I sat down at my desk. The calls kept Logan and the other techs out in the field. Just before five, Logan texted me to meet him at the SUB. I was waiting for him when he came walking up the hill in the dark, the streetlights lighting his puffs of breath in the cold, tiny silver clouds of life.
    He looked like a dark angel as he walked up the hill with his dark hair haloed by the light. A beautiful, darkly driven angel.  
    "El!" His eyes lit up when he saw me. He pulled me into a kiss—his mouth was warm. His cheeks were cold. I was totally hot for him, wishing the moment would last forever. "How was your day?" he asked as he broke the kiss and held the door to the SUB open for me.
    I stepped inside. "Awful."
    "Awful? Worse than mine?" He cocked one eyebrow, trying to make me laugh.
    "Yours was bad?" I took his arm and leaned my head against his shoulder as we walked. "I'm sorry."
    "It's better now that I'm with you."
    I laughed, but I was nervous. "Do you practice lines like that to use on the girls?"
    He winked at me. "What do you think?"
    "Your eye looks better." I touched it gently.
    He smiled and shrugged. Neither of us wanted to talk about what caused it.
    "Do you want to tell me about your day?" I said.
    "You know my motto—never divulge bad shit on an empty stomach. Let's get our food first."
    "That's your motto?"
    He grinned. "One of my mottos."
    "Is it like on your family crest or something. If it isn't, it should be."
    He grinned. "I'll suggest that to Dad."
    I protested, but Logan insisted on buying dinner. We decided on pizza. I got one slice. He got three. We got our usual table by the windows, but it was already dark outside so there wasn't much to see.
    "You go first," he said, picking up a slice of pizza. "Tell me about your crappy day."
    "Byron is my new chem prof." I just blurted it out.
    "No way." He laughed. "Your lab TA? The one you've spent the entire semester baking cookies for and flirting with?"
    "I wasn't flirting with him."  
    "Sure you were." He wiped his mouth with a paper napkin.
    "Was not."
    "What's so bad about that?"  
    "I think he has a thing for me."
    Logan laughed. "Really."
    "You aren't jealous?"
    He laughed again and his smile was infectious. Logan's moods were mercurial. He was having a crappy day one minute and laughing the next. It was part of what made him mysterious and sexy. "Do you want me to be? I can play the jealous boyfriend. Do you want me to take a swing at him?" He pointed to his healing black eye. "I can take another one for you."
    "Shut up." I smiled at him. "You know how much I just love fighting and seeing you get hurt." But at that moment I loved him even more. I grabbed his hand where it rested on the table and squeezed it.
    He squeezed back. "Don't think I can take him?"
    "Don't think I want you in jail for assault."
    He turned suddenly serious. "A prof having the hots for you is serious shit, El. What makes you think he does?"
    We were on dangerous, delicate ground now. It was like walking on frost—so easy to crush it. I had to proceed carefully. A professor being infatuated with Logan had led to her using date-rape drugs on him. Yeah, guys can be raped, too, using drugs like GHB. Logan had been particularly vulnerable when it happened—he'd been addicted to prescription painkillers after his baseball injury, the one that ended his career.  
    I froze, caught in my own trap. I couldn't reveal why I suspected without revealing my suspicions about Logan from missed connections. "You mean besides the flustered way he acts around me?" I paused, wondering whether I should tell Logan about Byron's text. Finally, I gave in, thinking I