Finding Delaware (State of Us #1)

by Bree Wiley

I feel eyes on me and slide my attention to Salem, who’s watching me again. Awareness prickles my scalp, telling me she knows I’m the reason for Taylor’s bruises, so I sip my drink while challenging her with my gaze to do something about it. She just raises a hand to itch her eye with her middle finger, a clear ‘fuck you,’ before grabbing Taylor by the shirt and hauling him away toward another group of people. The minute they’re gone, I pounce on Logan. “This isn’t weird to you, like at all?” I hiss in his ear, and he turns to me in surprise, looking for all the world like he forgot I was even here. Which pisses me off even more. “What’s weird?” I throw a hand over in Taylor and Salem’s general direction. “The fact that they used to fuck each other?” His brows shoot up and he lifts a shoulder, sipping his drink. “Not really.” “Seriously?” Grabbing his shoulder, I spin him around, showing him how Taylor is now braiding Salem’s hair. “He’s all over her. He’s all over you. That’s not weird?” Again, he shrugs, reaching up to rub the back of his neck. “Honestly, Taylor’s pretty affectionate when you get to know him.” A scoff leaves my lips, and I drop my hand from his arm like it burns. “So you know him, now?” “Look, Huck.” Logan sighs deeply, facing me. “He’s not the same guy he was in high school, ok?” “Yeah, well.” I gulp down the rest of my drink, turning back to make a third. “Neither are you.” “Come on, man, don’t do this here.” He follows me to the liquor table, and I sc...