“I saw Camilla in the bathroom at the club,” I said.
I winced at how quickly it came out of my mouth.
“And I saw her a couple days ago when she picked up the last of her things,” he said.
“Wait. I thought you guys already did the trade-off?” I asked.
“We did, but I found a few more things I hadn’t stumbled across yet. I threw them in a bag and texted her to pick it up if she wanted it all. She showed up with her boyfriend.”
“Classy,” I said flatly.
“Look, I know how mean and nasty Camilla can get, so I can only imagine what she said to you in the bathroom at the club. If it was anything like what she told me, then I can’t blame you for wanting to leave that night.”
“What did she say?”
“A lot of things. That she was sorry our relationship ended, though she said it with that smug little grin she always gets when driving home a point.”
“Oh, wonderful.”
“I told her I knew she’d said something to you, and that it had hurt you.”
“What did she say to that?” I asked.
“That all that mattered was that you saw she was right and did something about it.”
I snickered and shook my head as I leaned back in my seat.
“Ava, I told her what happened in my relationship was none of her business, that she needed to drop it and move on, because the fact that she kept sticking her nose in it meant she might regret cheating on me with her new beau.”
“Holy crap. You said that to her?” I asked, giggling.
“Apparently her boss didn’t know he was the other man.”
“Wait. What now?”
“Yeah. When I mentioned that she cheated on me with him, he got all curious and flabbergasted. I should have felt bad, and part of me does. But—a little part of me doesn’t.”
“She is such a piece of work,” I said, pinching the bridge of my nose.
“After that fun little interlude was over, though, I told Camilla I was over her. I told her that you had shown me the kind of caliber of woman that was out there for me, and that what she and I had shared was fun but not much else.”
“You did not say that to her.”
“I did. I swear on the Bible. It was what she needed to hear, and I was tired of fielding her shit. I told her that the only thing she was doing to you was hurting you, and that you were too good of a person for her to be treating like that. Then I told her to have a good life.”
My mouth fell open in shock as my heart fluttered in my chest. He had defended me. He had taken the time to defend me to Camilla.
“Well, Camilla was in the club that night. You know, with her boyfriend I’m assuming. Though we really can’t be sure anymore,” I said.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Logan asked.
“I owe you an explanation.”
“You owe me nothing.”
“The reason I told you I wasn’t feeling well was because she and I had a fight in the bathroom. A terrible fight. I really didn’t feel well afterward because, even though she was upset and spiteful, she did make some legitimate points.”
“Like what?” he asked.
“I told Camilla she had become cold-hearted, and she said that at least she hadn’t been cold-hearted enough to screw around with my ex back in college after we’d broken up.”
“Your ex was an ass, Ava.”
I sighed. “I mean, that’s not the point.”
“I’m sorry. Keep going. I won’t interrupt again.”
“She said that I still wasn’t respecting girl code or whatever, even though she openly admitted to not caring about you. I said you were a good man, and she launched into this diatribe about how she didn’t care that we were together because she didn’t love you. She said what she cared about was the fact that I didn’t tell her, that I didn’t have the decency to—” I closed my eyes and placed my hands between my thighs to keep them from shaking.
“You can tell me, Ava. It won’t bother me. I’m over her. It’s done. All of it’s over,” Logan said.
“She said I should have had the decency to tell her that I was slobbering all over her pathetic, sloppy seconds,” I whispered.
I opened my eyes and found Logan’s comforting stare on me, and he held out his hand. I wanted to take it. I wanted to be comforted by it. But I knew if I took it, I wouldn’t have the strength to do what I was about to do, and it had to be done.
“I told her that things didn’t start out between us the way she thought they did, and that if she would have come and sat with me at the restaurant, she would have known the whole story. Then I called her out for hiding this whole thing with you and her boss from me, telling her she didn’t get to throw the friend card when she was the one hiding things first. Then she informed me that we had never really been friends.”