Chapter 6

Brianna's pov.

From the living room window, I saw my father, George Conners, welcoming Logan King and his aunt into the front porch. They had come for a visit to have some talk regarding the wedding.

A pang of anxiety hit me as I thought about the wedding. It was supposed to be between my sister Brenda and Logan but something told me it was not right.

Then, as they entered the living room, I prepared to put on my smiling face and said: "Logan, Mrs. King," as I gave a nod in greeting.

When Logan's piercing glance met with mine, I felt my whole being drowning into its depths and then, with a quick glance away, tried to compose myself.

Having no idea about the tension between Logan and me, my father launched into the topic of discussion-the wedding plan. "So, Logan, I was thinking we could have the wedding in about two weeks' time," he began, grinning widely.

Hempstead turned his gaze toward his aunt meaningfully and then replied, "Unfortunately, Mr. Conners, that's a little too soon for us-we were looking more toward a few months' time."

My father's expression dwindled, showing how crushed he was. "But I thought we had settled for an earlier date," he added.

Logan's aunt spoke conclusively, endlessly smoothing her voice into a diplomatic impression. "My apologies for the miscommunication, Mr. Conners. We just want to ensure that we have the entire wedding well set up as planned."

My father nodded but looked slightly disappointed. "Well, we can thresh out the further details later. But I must say, I am looking forward to the marriage of my daughter to your nephew."

There was an uncomfortable stirring in my gut about what my father said. Why does he seem to want so much to marry Brenda off to Logan? Why is Logan so hesitant about the entire affair?

By the time the discussion was drawing to a close, I found my mind wandering.

In other words, I could not find anything comforting within my heart concerning the just events that just took place.

And, just when I figured I could tune back into the conversation, I caught Logan's head again with my brazen gaze. This time a shock wave ran through my body and made me quickly look away, my heart thumping heavily in the silence.

What was happening to me? I am supposed to be happy for my sister, not lusting after her fiancé. I had to really get myself straightened out and think of supporting her, not on fantasies about Logan.

Days flew by and Brenda's mind seemed to be getting heavier regarding the wedding. I was noticing her zoning out whenever people turned to discussing the wedding plans, and whenever I made an attempt to bring up the topic, she just shrugged it off and changed the topic like it never happened.

I don't know how to ask her such things, but I'm worried about her. That pressure was just one of the reasons why I'm pretty sure there was more to it.

Just as I was beginning to reach the anxiety threshold, without warning, Logan had paid me an unexpected visit. I was trying to avoid him since the engagement party, quite unsure how to face him after the two of us hit it off and kissed.

Yet there he was, as I said, in my living room, looking at me like I were his last meal for a starving man.

"Brianna, I need to talk to you," he said, his voice low and serious.

I stammered, not knowing what to say. I wanted to be left alone with him, not just right after having a little something between us. But, on the other hand, there was that natural flutter of curiosity.

"What is it, Logan?" I asked finally, trying to sound calm.

Logan took a step closer to me, his eyes locked on mine. "I know you're not happy about the wedding," he said. "And I have to admit, I'm not exactly thrilled about it either.”

"I raised an eyebrow, surprised. "Really?" I asked.

Logan nodded. "Yes. But I don't know if there's anything we can do to stop it. Your father is pretty determined to see this through."

I felt a surge of frustration. Why couldn't Logan just be honest with me? Why did he have to play games and pretend like he didn't know what was going on?

"Look, Logan," I said, trying to keep my cool. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but I'm not buying it. If you really want to stop the wedding, then you need to be honest with me. What's really going on?"

Logan's expression turned serious, and for a moment, I thought I saw a glimmer of sincerity in his eyes.

"Brianna, I'm telling you the truth," he said. "I don't want to marry your sister. But I'm trapped in this situation, just like you are. And I don't know how to get out of it."

I felt a pang of surprise. Was Logan really telling me the truth? Or was this just another one of his games?

I stood there, my eyes locked on Logan's, as he seemed to be searching for the right words to say. But before he could continue, he dropped a bombshell that made my heart skip a beat.

"Brianna, can I ask you something?" he said, his voice low and husky.

I felt a sense of trepidation, but I nodded anyway. "What is it?"

Logan's eyes seemed to bore into mine, and I felt a shiver run down my spine. "What happened that night...between us," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Did you really think you could just forget about it?"

My face felt like it was on fire, and I could feel my anger rising to the surface. How dare he bring this up now? And in my own home?

I turned to leave, but Logan's voice stopped me. "Brianna, wait…”

In pure fury, I turned my back to him and blazed him with my fiery eyes. "Don't," I spat. "Just don't. You have no right to bring that particular subject up. Not now."

Logan's expression was calm, but the mischief in his eyes carried a certain amusement that only made me angrier.

"I'm warning you, Logan," I said, my voice low and deadly, "Don't mention that night ever again. Not to me, not to Brenda, not even to anyone else. Do you understand?"

Logan raised an eyebrow, but he nodded. "I understand," he said.

I turned and walked out of the room, leaving Logan standing right there. It really shocked me that he would bring that up, and it shocked me even more that I let him get to me.

As I walked away, I couldn't help but think about how I might have made a mistake. I had actually allowed Logan to realize how much he affected me, and I had that feeling that he would be the one to play on that.

I just hope that Brenda doesn't catch wind of what transpired between Logan and me. I really don't think that she could take it, and I really wouldn't want to be the one to hurt her.

Deep breath and trying to calm myself; I told myself that I had to keep it together. No, I couldn't let Logan get under my skin, no matter what.