#Chapter 156: Part of the Deal

Ella Logan froze when the living room light flicked on like a deer that had just been caught in headlights. The room was silent for what felt like an eternity, the space between us stretching into miles. I felt like I was still reeling, my heart pounding relentlessly in my chest. But somehow I managed to keep my cool and hold my shoulders straight as we stared at each other. “Uh… hey,” he said, straightening, still in the midst of shrugging his jacket off. “What are you doing up? “I could ask you the same thing,” I said, folding my arms across my chest. “Where did you run off to this time?” “This time?” he asked. He leaned against the wall, an obvious attempt at nonchalance that was simply not there. “I didn’t go anywhere.” I frowned. “Oh, so you’re just standing in the doorway—with my apartment keys in your hand, mind you—for fun?” I asked. He shrugged. “I ran out to get gas.” “At midnight?” I hissed. “You’ve been gone for over an hour, Logan. Don’t play dumb with