He is rooted to the spot. He looks at me with an emotion I can’t quite put into words. 

Logan is strange, and I can’t seem to fit him into any single category. 

Thoughts about the conversation I overheard flood back, and it occurs to me that it’s high time I address the elephant in the room.

Before I can speak, his voice booms in anger, staring down at me. "What the hell did you say to Samantha?”

"Say to Samantha?" I ask again, just to make sure I haven’t heard him wrong. 

"Why the hell are you asking me this question? What exactly are you expecting me to do...