Echoes of Unrequited Love

Chapter 13

The meal was so bland I could hardly taste a thing.

I was gritting my teeth, hanging out with Hilary for a quick drink.

Hogan didn’t join in; between us, we barely exchanged a few words during the entire dinner.

But his phone was buzzing non–stop.

Hogan wasn’t annoyed, though. He patiently replied to each message, a smirk occasionally crossing his lips, barely touched his food, too.

Didn’t need a crystal ball to know who was blowing up his messages.

Hilary saw it all the worry in her eyes growing by the minute. Seizing the chance when Hogan stepped out, she vented to me, “Xaviera, what’s gotten into Hogan? He’s acting like he’s possessed or something.”

I got it.

After all, the old Hogan wouldn’t dream of spending all his time texting back and forth.

Now he had changed.

After the meal, the Zade family’s driver was waiting outside the restaurant. Hilary glanced at Hogan, still buried in his messages, and instructed, “It’s late. You take Xaviera home.”

Hogan acted as if he heard nothing..

I found myself an out, “Mrs. Hilary, I’ve called a ride.”

A flicker of guilt crossed Hilary’s eyes, rare for her.

restaurant. I was app when Hogan’s deep voice reached my ears,

him, surprised, realizing he meant to drive me home.

Zade, but I’ve got a

the

said with a hint of sarcasm, “What,

dropped the act.

waste seven or eight bucks on a ride if I could help

got to say, the comfort of a luxury car

settled into the passenger seat

or three days straight, and

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towards sleep.

said softly. “Sleep.

voice was

hesitated for a mere two seconds before sleep snatched away my

passed, but I vaguely heard the vibration of a

my eyes open.

fuzziness, I saw Hogan

was staring at

familiar eyes weren’t sharp and cold as before; they were tender as water.

Illusion or reality?

scent of soap filled my nostrils.

eroding my