Harper’s POV
“What are you doing?” I whisper quickly, squeezing Lucas’s hand tightly. What is he doing here? Where is Logan?
“Dancing,” Lucas says calmly. I look around, trying to spot Logan somewhere in the room, but I don’t see him. He’s not dancing, and neither is he on the outskirts of the room. My nerves ramp up as I continue to search for Logan with no success.
My head aches as I try to figure out what’s going on.
“No,” I hiss, glaring up at Lucas. “I mean what are you doing here, with me? Where is Logan?”
Lucas shrugs and twirls me again, making my head spin. When I spin back into his chest, I notice the number eighteen pinned on the pocket of his jacket.
Had I upset Logan so much earlier by not kissing him that he lied about his number? That doesn’t make sense. Lucas shou
