21
Nate
The next night
“Hey, loser.”
I gave Graham Robertson a look as he tapped me on the arm, passing to slide in the seat across from me.
“You don’t know me well enough to use Logan’s terms of endearment.”
He laughed, taking his coat off and putting it on the chair next to him. “You’re right, but we’re family, so I figure I can. And who says it was Logan’s term of endearment? Maybe that’s what Val called you on your ‘off’ times?”
I relaxed, then sat up. “Was it? Did she?”
“No.” Another laugh from him as he grabbed the drink menu. “Val just called you ‘him’ or by your name. That’s about it. She didn’t talk about you much, to be honest. Didn’t have to, I guess. We all knew she loved you.”
I felt a good one-two punch at everything he just said.
Valerie.
I’d been so focused on No
