Numb (Senses Series Book 3) by Xavier Neal Page A

feet stretched out beside me, I blink hard at the television trying to focus on the movie instead of the fact that I know Logan’s not home because he’s fucking another girl in a hotel.
    IN A HOTEL! No. No. It’s cool. It’s cool. It’s alright. I am in the coping process. No need to be afraid. I think I’m rounding the final stage. Acceptance. I accept that Logan is a low down, dirty scumbag who you couldn’t pay to keep his dick in his pants. I accept that Liz has given more rides than a Greyhound Bus going across the country. I accept these things. See. Acceptance.
    The squeak of the front door opening destroys my train of thought. Looking over expecting to see Luke, I’m a little shocked when I find Logan standing there, a pissed off look crawling speedily across his face.
    “What the fuck are you doing here?” He bites at Tony who looks up from the T.V..
    “Surfing.” The sarcastic answer makes Logan ball his fist.
    “Easy there, Mayweather.” Erin says grabbing his arm from the opposite end of the couch, the side closest to my feet. “We’re just watching a movie.”
    His eyes find mine, but only briefly as I cut back to pretending to watch the screen.
    Should I pour a little gasoline on this fire? No? What do you mean no? Why are you choosing his side?
    I readjust my head on Tony’s shoulder, which is when Logan snarls loud enough for all of us to hear. Tony rolls his head over towards Logan and asks, “Something in your throat?”
    “You want something in your face?”
    “Do we have a problem?” Tony sits up. I push my body off of his and fold my arms across my chest.
    “You’re in my goddamn seat.”
    “Didn’t see your name on it.”
    “Let me write it for you in your own blood, pretty boy.”
    Mockingly Tony says, “Aw. You think I’m pretty.”
    “I think you’re—”
    “Enough!” Erin tosses her hands in the air shooting up. “Sit in my seat.”
    Pleased, Logan flops down next to me on the other side while Erin relocates to the recliner.
    Well…that fucking backfired.
    The room settles back down so that the only noise is coming from the T.V. and the heavy breathing from the two overly riled up men beside me.
    Sure. Tony doesn’t have feelings for me, but he hates the way Logan treats me. He’s made that crystal clear. And no, Logan hasn’t caught on to the fact me and Tony are only friends, but what does it matter anymore? He’s back to his old ways, remember?
    “Kellar, Luke left something for you on the counter.” Erin mentions casually. “And there’s left over Chinese food in the fridge.”
    “Maxx didn’t eat all her sesame chicken did she?” He threatens to smile.
    “Actually she shared sweet and sour with me.” Tony’s words cause Logan to stiffen back up.
    Logan’s eyes lower to glare at me. “You shared food with him?”
    “Oh you can share a hotel room with the sluttiest girl in town, but you are gonna go all 1770s on me and tell me I can’t share food with a friend?” My voice booms.
    Sitting up on the edge of the couch Logan says slowly, “What did you just say?”
    “And now you need a hearing aid? Did all of Liz’s screaming blow an eardrum?”
    Logan opens his mouth respond when Tony stands up. “I should go.”
    “Good idea,” Logan says sharply.
    “Not leaving for you, Kellar.” Tony clarifies as I watch him pull out his phone. “I have a date.” Shooting me a look he smiles. “Text me if you need me.”
    “Always.” My assurance causes Logan to growl.
    “What are you a grizzly bear now?”
    Oh shit. I meant to say that to you not him!
    “Did you just call me a grizzly bear?” His voice over powers Tony’s who says goodbye once more before disappearing out the front door.
    “Ugh.” I respond, standing up.
    Following the motion, he blocks my path, and sternly says, “We. Need. To. Talk.”
    “You know, I don’t really feel like talking.” My snarky tone is followed by me bracing my arms against my chest. “Since Liz’s