long
hours will pay off. If it doesn’t happen, there are plenty of other law firms
that have made it known that they’re interested in me.”
“That’s amazing!”
I exclaimed. “You’ll probably be the youngest partner at your firm!” I felt so
much pride for him that I thought I would burst. Not only was Logan brilliant,
he worked hard and took nothing for granted. He came from a wealthy family and
could easily have used their influence and money to get ahead, but instead, he
used his own intelligence and determination to succeed.
Logan shrugged at
my assessment. “We’ll see when it actually happens.” He took a long swig of his
beer and turned the subject to me. “What about you? Still happy at The Monitor Reports ?”
I nodded with a
smile. “You know it’s my dream job. I can roll out of bed in the morning, and
my commute to work is only a few steps into my living room. Plus, how many
people can wear pajamas while working and not worry about looking grubby? My
hair can be sticking out a million different directions, and I can spill coffee
down my shirt without having to worry about changing.”
Logan raised an
eyebrow. “You paint a charming picture.” He motioned to the waitress for
another round of beers, and I was surprised to realize I was already finished with
my second one. The waitress wasted no time getting us the next round, and I
took a long sip of the fresh beer, feeling my cheeks flush a little. I normally
didn’t drink very much so I was already feeling happily buzzed. Having Logan
sitting next to me in what seemed like a cozy cocoon in a noisy, crowded bar
made me even happier.
The next few hours
passed pleasantly in easy camaraderie, but I noticed that Logan had stopped
drinking while I kept downing one after another. Every time I ordered another
beer, Logan raised an eyebrow, but I ignored it. I had lost track of which
number drink I was on as I looked for our waitress to order another, but I was
distracted by Logan’s frown.
“I think you’ve
had enough.”
I blinked at him,
trying to process his statement through my cloudy mind. I knew I was drinking
more than usual, but I didn’t understand what the big deal was. There was
nothing wrong with relaxing and having a few beers and getting a little buzzed.
“I think I’m
capable of knowing whether I’ve had enough to drink or not.” I winced a little
at my slurred words, which didn’t help my case. “You’re the one being a Debbie
Downer and not drinking anymore.”
“In case you
forgot, I have to drive.”
I nodded, feeling
slightly dumb, because I had forgotten. “Oh, yeah. Well, I don’t have to drive so I can drink as much as I
want.”
Logan narrowed his
eyes but just watched as I ordered another beer from the waitress. When I
turned back to him, I rolled my eyes at his expression.
“So I’m having a
few beers,” I said, feeling exasperated. “What’s the big deal?”
“I’m just worried
that you’re drinking for another reason besides just wanting to cut loose.”
“Will you stop
trying to psychoanalyze everything I do? There doesn’t have to be some deeper
reason or meaning for me wanting to relax on a Saturday night! And I don’t need
you breathing down my neck playing Big Brother!”
I didn’t realize
that my voice was raised until I saw a few people in the surrounding tables
glance at me. Logan’s jaw tensed and his usually affable expression darkened.
“I didn’t realize
it was a crime to care. I’ll keep my mouth shut, and you can drown your sorrows
as much as you’d like.”
I blinked at him,
taken aback by his abrasive tone. Even though he was just reacting to my own
combativeness, it was unexpected and jarred me out of my drunkenness. I didn’t
understand what was happening between us. We had been up and down all day,
having spats and then making up. I was used to our friendship being easy and
full of fun, not this roller coaster ride.
I didn’t know what
to say, so I just