Free Reckless Secrets by Gina Robinson Page A

was keeping too many secrets from him as it was. "He texted me. He wants me to come to his office and discuss how to bring my grade up."  
    "That sounds innocent enough…" He saw my face and then it hit him. "He texted you? He has your number? El, did you give it to him?" His brow furrowed like he was worried.
    "No," I said softly.
    "Shit!" He squeezed my hand tighter. "He's crossing a line. What are you going to do?"
    "I don't know."
    "Don't go. A grade isn't worth it. I should know."
    My heart broke for Logan. If I could have taken his pain away, I would have.
    "El?"
    I shrugged.
    "If you decide to go, I'm going with you."
    "I should go. Make it clear I'm not interested in him that way. It's just his office. In broad daylight. Maybe I'm reading too much into this. Maybe it doesn't mean anything." But I only said that to put Logan at ease. I was pretty sure Byron was infatuated with me. I changed the subject. "Tell me about your day."
    Logan stared at me and sighed, like he knew I was using a diversion. And like his day had been really bad. "I had a long phone conversation with my dad's lawyers." He held my gaze.
    "Not about the fight?"
    "No, El. About… her ."
    "Her" was Dr. Rogers. We never mentioned her by name. It was too embarrassing and painful for Logan.
    "Okay," I said, not wanting to push him for details.
    "I don't remember anything about what she did to me, only what happened after, but I want to testify." He took a deep breath and released my hand, balling his fist. "Against Dad's wishes. He's going to be so pissed. You know, I'll be bringing down the family name and all. But it's ridiculous. I can't be a coward. I wasn't the only victim. I can't let her get away with what she did. I have to make sure she's punished."
    "President Lawrence said they have plenty of evidence against her without—"
    "This is something I have to do, El." Logan pounded the table gently to emphasize his point. The look he gave me was a challenge—was I on his side or was I against him? Would I support him, or be embarrassed like his dad? Would I walk away?
    I swallowed hard and nodded. "I'm here for you, Logan, whatever you decide to do." I paused, trying to get a grip on my emotions. It was hard to explain how I felt. "You're the bravest guy I know. A total hero."
    Relief washed over his face and he gave me a small smile. "When Dad finds out, Thanksgiving is going to be real fun. Sure you still want to come?"
    "Absolutely. I love fireworks."
    He laughed softly.
    And then, I did a bad thing and struck while he was vulnerable, making it look like I was just changing the subject to something innocent for his sake, while I was really fishing for the truth. "How did your studies go last night?"
    He looked relieved and happily surprised by the new topic. But I wondered if I sounded too suspicious.
    "Great. Got a lot done." Suddenly he looked sheepish. "But I have a confession to make—I didn't nap. I realized I had too much work to do. So I made a coffee run to The College Grind. I ran into Amber and chatted with her for a few. She was on her way out of town and needed a caffeine buzz, too."
    It was like he had read my mind. I felt so relieved. How could I have doubted him?  
    "Why are you smiling?" he asked.
    "Am I?" I hadn't meant to be so obvious. But now I had to explain myself. I grabbed his phone from where it rested on the table next to his tray. "So it was you."
    "What was me?"
    "Have you seen missed connections lately? You have a secret admirer." I brought it up for him and watched him read it.
    He frowned as he read it, then turned a serious look on me. "You thought I ran out on you to see Amber?"
    I shrugged.
    "El, you have nothing to worry about. You're the only girl for me."
    "That's not what the blonde thinks."
    He laughed. "Well, she's dead wrong. But thanks for letting me know. Now every blonde I see, I'll think they're lusting after me."
    I shook my head. "You're awful."
    He leaned across the table and kissed me.