“You and Logan. That dance. It looked like the first dance at a wedding far more than a reunion reenactment of a prom dance, one I could tell you were squirming about as soon as you were called up on stage.” “We didn’t look like newlyweds.” Megan props her hands on her hips and stares at me. There are perils of maintaining a lifelong best friendship. This is one. Scrutiny. Exposure. The inability to bluff.
