Page 28 of Best Kept Secret (The New York Thunder #3)

“Logan saw me one night, with… him. ” I can tell by the look in her eyes that the man she’s talking about is not being named for a reason. I’m sure I don’t know him. I don’t know anyone in this city. But there’s got to be a reason she’s not telling me, so I decide not to question her .

“Logan confronted me the very next day, and I confessed. Told him we were together and that it was all new and, because of everything with his soon-to-be ex-wife, we needed to keep it under wraps. This was before I found out the truth.” Hannah grins through her despondence. “Logan’s a really good listener.”

I can’t help but smile because she’s right. Logan’s the best listener.

“When I found out the truth about him …” Another knowing look.

“I was a mess. I had no one. And I called Logan because I was stranded, and he came to get me without me even asking him to.” She smiles again, even despite the tears glistening in her eyes.

“He brought me back to his apartment, gave me his jersey to sleep in, fed me, made me hot chocolate…” With a suddenly wry smirk she holds up a hand.

“Forewarning—it’s this moon milk stuff, and he drinks it every night but it’s fucking disgusting.

If he ever offers it to you, do yourself a favor and say hell no. ”

I can’t help but laugh at that because I’ve seen the box of Moon Milk sitting on the countertop next to the coffee machine.

With a sniffle, Hannah smiles, wiping her damp cheeks with the back of her hand.

“That was the night before you were due to fly out here to visit him. After everything that happened, Logan sat up with me, and he tried to get me to talk to him, but… I just wasn’t ready to talk.

So, instead, he talked. About you. For hours .

” She emphasizes the word, her eyes bugging, and I can’t help but laugh again.

“Like, for so long, I’m pretty sure I ended up falling asleep. No offense.”

“None taken.” I press my lips together, biting back a smile.

“The next morning, I was just about to get dressed and order an Uber when there was a knock on the door and—” She indicates me.

“It was me,” I whisper, suddenly taken back to that exact moment and hating myself a little.

The way I looked at her, glared at her, standing there with her bed hair, wearing Logan’s jersey like some puck bunny.

And literally hours after finding out the man she was seeing was a dirty, rotten, cheating son of a bitch, that she was the other woman by default.

I feel sick. “I’m—God, I’m so sorry, Hannah. ”

Hannah shakes her head. “No. Don’t say sorry. I get it. It looked… bad . I absolutely would have reacted the exact same way. In fact, I probably would’ve thrown something.” She looks away in thought for a moment, brows drawn together. “I guess I’m kind of like my father that way.”

I smile, looking her up and down. “And what about… the guy ?”

Hannah’s face pales. “No one can find out, Millie. Ever .” She shakes her head vehemently, eyes wide, full of fear and fresh tears as she looks at me.

“The only people who know are him, me, and Logan. God, if his wife ever—” An unexpected sob bubbles its way up the back of her throat, and she covers her mouth with her hand, tears streaming down her cheeks. “I fucking hate myself.”

“Hey!” I place the food bags onto the ground, hesitating before wrapping my arms around her, pulling her close. She comes willingly, her arms holding me just as tight as she cries into the crook of my neck. “It is not your fault.”

“I should have known!” she cries, pulling away enough to meet my eyes. “I was too fucking dumb to see it for what it really was. I’m so stupid. I always have been.”

“No, you’re not ,” I say firmly, imploring her with a steady gaze. “Don’t say that.”

Hannah sniffs, wiping her tears with the cuff of her sweater.

“He’s the stupid one.” I scoff. “He’s the cheater. And he manipulated you in the worst way. You stopped it straight away. He’s the bad guy, Hannah. Not you.”

Hannah heaves a ragged sigh, her shoulders sagging. “God, I hate men.”

I nod. “Yeah, men suck.”

She gapes at me, her eyes incredulously wide. “You have Logan!” she says definitively, and just as I open my mouth to argue, she cuts me off. “He’s lowkey obsessed with you, and don’t even try to argue with me on that.” She pulls her phone out of her pocket. “Take a look at this.”

I look down at the illuminated screen to see her scroll through a string of text messages.

“All messages from Logan… about you !” She stops, reading the screen.

“Do you think I should just fly out there? Show up at her door? Maybe I could send her something… a cake?” She glances at me with a what-the-fuck look.

I snicker.

“I miss her so much,” Hannah reads out loud. “When I look at my phone and I remember that she’s blocked me, sometimes it’s as if I’ve lost a part of myself.” She rolls her eyes at that one. “Dramatic.”

I laugh.

She smiles down at the screen. “And even here, where I told him that he should just tell you the truth—” She holds her phone out, and I read the response from Logan.

Logan: It’s not my truth to tell. I can’t. And as much as it kills me, as much as I feel like I can’t even breathe without her in my life, I won’t. Your secret will always be safe with me Han, and I need you to know that. You have my word.

Pressing my lips together, I roll them between my teeth, feeling my own tears prick.

“Just, give him a chance, Millie,” Hannah says after a moment, touching my hand and squeezing it. “Trust me, Logan’s one of the good guys. In fact, he’s pretty much perfect.”

I think about our day today, everything he did with me. For me. And, looking across the street at his car parked beneath the glow of the streetlight, I sigh with a muttered, “Yeah, he is…”