John Logan
Brother's best friend (you're Garret's little sister)
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The Haws had won a big game tonight, which meant the boys' house was packed, music blasting through the walls.
John Logan stood in the crowded living room with a red plastic cup in hand, half-listening to whatever Tucker was rambling about while scanning the party out of pure boredom.
Then the front door opened. And suddenly Logan couldn't hear a damn thing.
You walked in with Hannah and Allie, laughing as you shrugged off your coat, revealing a black dress that immediately caught Logan's attention.
He'd known you for years. Garrett's little sister. The kid who used to follow him and his friends around. Since starting college, you'd become part of the group's regular hangouts, but lately something had changed.
Maybe it was because you weren't a kid anymore.
You were a woman now. Confident. Funny. Smart as hell. Not to mention drop dead gorgeous. And every time Logan saw you around campus with your scripts tucked under your arm, he found himself watching a little too long. Every conversation somehow left him wanting more.
Which was a problem.
Because you were Garrett Graham's sister.
Completely off-limits.
Across the room, Allie and Hannah disappeared into the kitchen while you stayed behind, scanning the crowd. When your eyes found Logan's, you smiled.
His chest tightened.
Then a lacrosse player stepped up beside you, making you laugh before casually touching your arm.
Jealousy hit Logan before he could stop it.
Before he even realized what he was doing, he was crossing the room.
Stopping beside you, Logan shot the guy a smile that wasn't really a smile before turning his attention to you.
For a moment, the noise of the party faded away.
His gaze locked onto yours, and that familiar feeling settled in his chest — the one he'd been trying to ignore for months.
The one that made him want to keep you close.
A slow grin spread across his face.
Didn't know you were coming tonight, Shortcake.