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The room spins and the contact on my phone doubles even as I squint at it.

“Don’t call her,” I say out loud, but my thumb is already pressing the call button.

It rings four times before she answers.

“Logan?” Her voice is hoarse from sleep, and I belatedly realize it’s almost two in the morning.

“Meredith,” I breathe, and I’m not even sure what I’m going to say until I say it. “Come over. I need you.”

“What are youtalkingabout?” There’s a hint of a laugh in her voice. “You sound drunk as hell.”

“Maybe,” I admit. “Can’t stop thinking.”

“Thinking about what?”

“You.”

“Logan...”

My heart aches despite all the liquor flowing through me.

“I can’t stand it.” I hold the phone close to my face. “Knowing someone else has touched you.”

She huffs out a breath. “What was I supposed to do, Logan? Wait for you forever?”

Yes. I waited for you.

“Give me his name,” I demand, and Meredith groans loudly on the other line.

“You’re not going to let this go, are you?”

“I can’t.”

“Logan, I... I don’t want to give you a name. I’m afraid you’ll do something stupid.”

“I won’t.” It’s a lie, as soon as I know the sonofabitch’s name, I’ll hunt him down, use all my resources to find him.

“I don’t believe you. Sleep it off, Logan.”

She hangs up the phone, and I drop it on the bed, huffing out a frustrated breath.

I pass out before I know what’s happening.

The sun wakes me up and pain rockets through my head as I sit up.

“Oh, shit.” I sit up on the edge of the bed while the room spins.

Maybe I’m still drunk. It’s stupid, drinking so much, calling her, but I can’t seem to help myself. I’m losing my fucking mind, thinking about who it might be, if she’s still seeing him.

What if he was there last night when I called? What if that was why she was so short with me? She had to get back to him.

My stomach rolls, and I barely make it to the bathroom before throwing up whiskey and regret.

When I finally empty my stomach, I return to the bedroom to see that Grayson has called me. I let out a shaky breath.

Great. Just another reminder of why I can never have Meredith Whitlock, as much as I love her.

I can’t be with her. I can’t be without her.