Logan, only sometimes, didnât want to press Chloe. Didnât want to bide the sentiment of being a shithead to her as heâd done before so many times. Biting his tongue wasnât easy, but he did it. Take that, maturity.
Even as he peeled out of traffic, merging and keeping an eye on the road, he couldnât say he wasnât exhausted beyond means. Yes, he did tell her theyâd go house hunting, something affordable, put them within a safe reach of one another. Perhaps she could curb the excessive drinking, and he could keep her from pulling her hair out in a tick of excessive addiction. That was, of course, if she fell far enough down the well.
He didnât want to think about that. âFuck no, this was your idea to go this early in the morning.â He murmured, as they came to a red light.
But as he looked over, a small, if barely, smile grazed his lips. âSure can,â He murmured, exhaustion pouring through. He rubbed his eyes, feigning the need to wake up without the caffeine crack he too needed. âMember when I fuckinâ said lets go look at houses?â He turned left at the light, in the direction of the coffee shop mere minutes from where they were. âDonât ever fuckinâ let me make a decision like that again.â
Pulling into the parking lot, he parked in the nearest spot, killing the engine. Stepping out of the truck, foots sharp against the ground. âFuck me, Iâm fuckinâ tiredââ he half shouted, as a woman gasped nearby. âWhatâs her fuckinâ problem?â He attuned his question to his sister-in-law.
Logically, Chloe wasnât too sure how them as a duo, a team, whatever the fuck you wanted to call it worked. How the fuck were the supposed to help one another if they couldnât help themselves? Six months sober, Chloe was hardly qualified to call out Logan for drowning his issues in booze. Hell, if she could, she wouldâve joined him. Being shit faced often times was better than facing the cold, harsh reality that came along with life.Â
âI got off of work at three in the morningâ, thereâs no way in hell this was my idea.â Chloe scoffed with a roll of her eyes. Not that she ever slept much or well nowadays. Was it insomnia that plagued her or decades worth of bad habits making her a night owl? Chloe wasnât sure but functioning on barely little rest had become the norm. But, unlike Logan, she handled it better than her former brother-in-law.Â
The faint smile that graced his lips was met with a wide one of her own. Promises of her sugar making her as excited as a child would be receiving the same response. Sad to say sugar and caffeine were what she craved the most to function but it could be worse. âNoted but then youâre not allowed to get all snippy with me when I donât listen to you.â She countered before hopping out of the truck.Â
âDonât worry, Iâll wash his mouth out with soap when I get home.â Chloe jokingly stated to the gawking woman. Shades are pushed back over her eyes, playfully shoving Logan in response to his outburst. âJesus Christ, youâve been around people for all of two seconds and youâre already offending them.â Shaking her head, she leads the way into the donut shop. On a mission, sheâs walking with a adamant stride. âTwo coffees.â Immediately leave her mouth before sheâs bending over, looking at the selection of donuts. âIâll take a glazed, that chocolate one with sprinkles over there...â She begins to rattle off, pointing each time she called out a pastry. âA buttermilk bar, maple bar annnnnd throw in a couple donut holes.â Her head then lifted, turning in Loganâs direction, unphased by the large order. âWhatâcha want?â