That Last Secret: A Brothers Best Friend Romance by Jenn McMahon

Author:Jenn McMahon [McMahon, Jenn]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2024-10-02T00:00:00+00:00

My alarm wakes me at six, the way it always does the morning of an exam. I like to give myself some time to have coffee and a good breakfast and review the material one more time.

Instead of making coffee first, I decide to sit at my small desk and flip through my study guides. I don’t know if it was the conversation with Logan last night or the panic attack knocking me out, but I slept like a rock.

I slept better than I have in months if I’m being honest.

With each page flip of the review book, my confidence grows. With each line I read over, I knew the answer and felt good about it. Once I’m done, I go back to the pages I flagged to review those again, just to be sure.

Just as I’m about to close up my books to get a shower and some coffee, I hear a toilet flush, and my fight-or-flight kicks into high gear.

My nervous system acts without thinking when I grab a notebook from my desk and slowly leave my bedroom. I creep down the hall to where the light shines under the bathroom door.

I’m halfway down the hall when the light turns off. I hold my breath and watch as the door swings open. That’s when I lunge for the attack. My notebook makes contact repeatedly, and every ounce of energy I have is coming out with every swing.

“Emiline,” Logan shouts.

I stop what I’m doing, stammering backward until my back hits the wall. “Logan, what the hell are you doing here?” I snap.

“I never left.” He shrugs casually. “And what the hell kind of help would that flimsy little notebook be if I was an actual intruder?”

I lift the beaten notebook. “It is not flimsy.”

Logan rips it from my hand and shakes it like a soft, floppy paperback book. “See?”

I cross my arms over my chest. “Fine. I didn’t know what to grab, and that was the first thing my eyes landed on before I came out here to murder my intruder.”

“You weren’t going to murder me with that.” He smirks.

“I could have.”

“No, you wouldn’t have,” he states firmly. “But now that I’ve witnessed whatever the hell that was, we really need to get you into the boxing ring. Stat.”

“I don’t need any more classes,” I say before turning to walk away. “School, boxing, cooking, I don’t want any of it.”

“You need cooking lessons, too?” Logan gasps, following me down the hall. “My lord, Em.”

“I don’t, for your information,” I tell him over my shoulder as I enter the kitchen and make a beeline for the coffee pot. “I’m a great cook.”

“Buttered pasta doesn’t count.”

“How do you know that’s my go-to meal?” I ask him, putting a pod into the machine and pressing start.

“Based on the way your pantry and refrigerator are stocked.”

I turn around to give him my best version of scolding eyes, but everything I wanted to say is completely gone.

How did I not notice Logan was shirtless

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