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The house looked desolate. Had she been in an old time Western, Veronica expected she would've seen a couple of artfully placed tumbleweeds flying by. Sighing, she got out of her car and walked up the drive, tentatively knocking on the front door. Please let her not be here. Please let them not be having sex. Please, please, please. When he hadn't opened the door after a few moments, she turned her back to it, her spirit breaking. She heard the door swinging open, and was unprepared for the look of him.
"Veronica?" She nodded, unable to take her eyes from him. "What are you doing here?" There was no malice in his voice, and Veronica was surprised. She licked her lips once, and opened her mouth to speak but no sound came out.
"I um-" She bit her lip, and Logan laughed good-naturedly.
"Is everything Ok? You generally don't frequent Casa de Killer." He said the last words with no trace of anger, and with a smile on his face, but Veronica knew him better than that.
"Can I come in?" She asked finally, and Logan nodded, opening the door wider and motioned her inside. "Listen," She said turning as soon as she'd stepped into the foyer, and almost crashing into him. "Are we alone?" Logan looked down at her strangely, but nodded.
"Relatively anyway. Trina should be visiting for the weekend, but she said she wouldn't be in for another few hours. Why, what's up?" He looked so calm, and so very not the Logan she knew and expected. He flopped down on the couch-Veronica's cheeks reddened as she remembered what they'd done on that couch, but she didn't say a word, choosing to sit across from him on one of the overstuffed armchairs.
"Are you feeling Ok?" She asked quietly, and was completely taken by surprise when he started to laugh.
"I'm fine. Better than fine even. Is that what this little house call is about? My mental health?" Veronica blanched. He seemed genuinely Ok, maybe he was done with Kendall, and maybe they could be friends again...no. She'd come here to do this, and she would do it right.
"Logan, my father knows." Her face was all seriousness, but Logan only smiled, which set her on edge even further.
"Knows about what?" He asked, he wasn't even looking at her, and it killed her that he wasn't taking this seriously.
"About you and…Mrs. Casablancas." Once she'd started, the rest of the words came out in a rush. "Mr. Casablancas had a suspicion that…his wife was cheating on him, and he went to my dad, and my dad saw you." Logan's face paled.
"And what? He sent you over here thinking you'd soften the blow?" His voice was harsh, and Veronica flinched, but at least she was getting some emotion, something real.
"No, actually. I…well; they didn't come out clearly, the pictures. And he he's not quite sure that it was you, and he doesn't have the proof. And I begged him not to make any false accusations on your name until I'd talked to you. So tell me that you aren't having an affair with Kendall Casablancas, Logan. Please." Her words told him to denounce it, but her eyes were telling him a different story. They were asking him why. And he couldn't answer.
"I'm not having an affair with Kendall Casablancas." He was surprised to see tears in her eyes. The old Veronica would have never cried so easily. She catapulted into his arms, and he took a moment to enjoy her closeness. They were quiet for a moment, but then she looked up at him, and he felt himself falling again.
"I won't-I'll tell my father what you said, but can you-can you tell me why?" She'd moved back a little, was now sitting a few inches away, and though she'd tried to mask it, there was pain in her eyes. "I know that the way things ended between us was horrible…but you have to know," She stopped, and swallowed, turning her head to hide her tears. "I loved you. And I saw you hurting yourself, and you wouldn't let me help, and it just broke my heart." Logan didn't say a word. Everything from his face to his stance was impassive, and Veronica didn't know if she should continue or not. "And I know that you probably hate me for dating Duncan, and you probably hate Duncan for… everything." She paused breathing deeply, and then looking into his eyes, reaching forward and taking one of his hands in hers. "But we were friends once, before this whole mess. All of us. And I'd love it if we could go back to that." She gazed at him hopefully.
"I can't be friends with him, Veronica." He murmured softly, and she dropped his hand, leaning back sharply as if she'd been stung. "I can't be friends with him, because it doesn't make me feel really friendly when I do this." He cupped her face in his hands and kissed her. He gave her every opportunity to break free, and when she didn't, his heart soared.