“I was up there after Logan…” I let my words trail off, choosing my story very carefully. “I went up there to try to make sense of what happened to Logan. It was way before Kaylee was killed. But I cut myself on The Tower and they found my blood, so they thought—“
“They thought you might have something to do with it.”
I nod, clutching my hand. “But I didn’t. I swear to God I didn’t.”
He reaches out and touches the side of my face. “I know that Zoe.”
“You do?”
He nods, leaning forward he kisses me gently. “No one who threatens to kill people as often as you do would be dumb enough to actually kill someone.”
I smile against his lips.
“You,” he whispers. “For all your tough talk, you have a very gooey center.”
I pull away just a little. “I wouldn’t go that far.”
He just shakes his head. “You might be able to hide it from everyone else, but I’ve seen it. Do you remember last year when Kaylee was tormenting that freshman girl with the red hair?”
How could I forget? The girl, not knowing any better, had accidentally taken Kaylee’s parking space. Kaylee had tracked the girl down before class and shut her long red hair in a locker. The girl was in tears. Kaylee and the lemmings just laughed.
That was the day I got myself on Kaylee’s bitch radar. She never retaliated against me, but I spent the better part of the year jumping at shadows waiting for her to take her revenge.
Now that I think about it, I can’t help but wonder if Logan had somehow tempered her rage on my behalf. I make a mental note to ask him about it later.
I nod.
“I’ll never forget it. You walked right up to Kaylee and told her to go take a Midol and get the fuck over it. Then you picked the lock and got that girl out.”
My mouth twitches. “She transferred to private school like two weeks later.”
“But you, you were this fierce, amazing, beautiful creature. An avenging angel. That’s when I saw you, really saw you, for the first time. I think I fell for you that day.”
“And yet you waited all this time to make your move on me.”
He rolls his eyes. “Well, you weren’t usually what I’d call approachable.”
I frown. He’s right and it’s no one’s fault but my own.
“I’m working on that,” I say honestly.
He grins. “Don’t work too hard.”
I sigh, knowing we’ve gotten way off track.
“But, like I was saying, while I was there I found her necklace. I brought it home. I was going to have it fixed and give it back to her.” I sigh deeply. “I knew Logan would want her to have it.”
“See? Gooey center.”
I lower my chin and give him a be serious look.
He hugs me. “Zoe, we were all questioned about Kaylee. Me included. I’m not worried about it.”
“But people talk and when they find out that the police searched my house—“
He shrugs. “People will talk. Then they will find whoever actually did this, and they will talk about that.”
I lean against him, resting my head in the curve of his neck. “You don’t care that people will be talking about me?”
“Are you kidding? People are talking about you now. I swear it’s like they never knew you existed before and now, you’re like the resident superstar. Not to brag, but most of the guys on the team are just waiting for us to break up so they can have a shot at you. But they are going to be waiting a hell of a long time.”
“Yes, they are. Besides, I doubt any one of them could handle the massive amount of crazy that comes with dating me.”
“Speaking of crazy, do you have any plans Friday night?”
I press my hands against his chest, feeling his strong, steady heartbeat under my fingers.
“Why? Are you thinking we should knock over a bank or something?”
He tilts his head back and forth, like he’s considering it. “I was thinking about something a little more benign. Like dinner and a movie?”
I grab the collar of his shirt, “This is very important, Kyle. It could decide the very fate of our relationship.” Lowering my chin, I look up at him seriously, “Romantic comedy or bloody zombie flick?”
He raises one eyebrow. “Zombies for sure.”
I grin. “Correct. Looks like it’s going to be smooth sailing from here.”
He kisses my nose, “Good to hear. But I gotta go. I’m already late for practice.”
I sigh and release him. “Fine, go if you must. I have to go meet up with Cassidy and Darla anyway.”
He cringes. “About Darla.”
I fold my arms across my chest.
“Whatever she tells you, just…take it with a grain of salt, okay?”
“Why? Does she know all your deep, dark secrets?”
He rolls his eyes. “No, but she’s still a little bitter.”
“Darla? Bitter? Surely you jest.”
“It’s an extreme case.”
I shrug. “Every female has the batshit crazy gene. It just takes that special guy to activate it. Sounds like you were the lucky dude.”
He frowns and I wave him away. “Relax. Go to practice. I can handle Darla and her bitterness.”
He nods and walks out. I’m about to follow him when Logan flashes in.
“Are you okay?” He asks, breathlessly.
I frown. “Yeah, why?”
“The police came to my house today. They were asking my mom a lot of questions about you.”
“Me?”
He nods. “They think we were in a secret relationship or something. Then they searched your house. They didn’t find anything but…”
“But what?”
“It’s going to look bad, Zoe. Them asking questions like that, then searching your house. When people find out, they are going to assume you’re involved.”
“The police can’t find anything to tie me to Kaylee, because there isn’t anything to find.”
“I know that. And even if the police never press charges, just being a suspect will put you under a microscope in the worst way.”
“I know. I just told Bruno about it.”
“What did you tell him?”
I shrug. “The truth. Minus the part where I can see and talk to his recently deceased best friend.” I bite my bottom lip. “All we can do is figure out whose car you saw that night. If I can figure out who killed you, maybe I can make all this go away.”
He nods. Reaching out he touches my arm, solid only for a moment before fading into air.
“Logan, you have to keep trying to remember what happened. I’ll follow the car lead, but it’s all just such a long shot. And even once you remember, we will have to figure out how to get the police on board.”
“I thought about that. They never found my cell phone. It was turned off so they couldn’t trace it. But I know where it is. I lost it that night, it fell in this hollow spot at the base of a tree. If we can find the phone, plant it on the killer. Then all it will take is an anonymous phone call.”
I nod. “That’s a good plan actually.”
“You sound surprised.”
“Color me impressed is all. In the mean time, I have a shopping date with the girls.”
“You want back up?”
I almost laugh. “So you can hang out in the dressing rooms in Niemen? No thanks perv.”
He folds his arms indignantly. “Fine. I’ll be here, watching TV in your room.”
I lick my lips, “Actually, could you do something for me?”
He tilts his head. I want to kick myself for even asking, but deep in the pit of my stomach guilt and worry gnaw at me.
“Can you keep an eye on Bruno? He’s at practice with Becker and…I’m just worried about him.”
His jaw clenches and he nods. “You really care about him, don’t you?”