Page 27 of The Fall

He finishes getting dressed, and we walk out from behind the curtain.

Logan is standing by the door with his arms crossed over his chest. His easy smile from earlier has been replaced with a scowl. Maybe he doesn’t like the costume now that I’ve tried it on. I look down to see if something is amiss, but I don’t notice anything.

“What do you think?” I ask, turning in a circle so they can both see the entire outfit.

“Oh, it’s lovely, dear,” Evelyn says, clasping her hands in front of her chest. “You look sharp, too, Maxim.”

“Don’t make me blush, Evelyn,” he says back to her.

I look over to Logan. “Coach?”

“Yep. Looks good.”

I raise an eyebrow at him, but he looks away. Evelyn ushers me onto the small platform she brought and starts sticking pins in the outfit to make adjustments.

“Alright. So, I guess we’ll use this for our freestyle. What about for our rhythm?”

“Since you don’t like the purple, what about this?” Max holds up a halter-style dress that is bright pink at the top and fades to black at the bottom. There are rhinestones at the top that subtly fade as well once they get to the black part.

“Yeah, I like that one. Are you good with that pink shirt?”

“Hell yeah. I can pull it off,” he says, grabbing the shirt off the rack.

I laugh. “Never said you couldn’t.”

We change into the other costumes quickly and come back out to show them off.

“Thoughts?” Logan asks.

“I like it,” I say, doing another spin. Max’s hand wraps around my waist as I turn. I don’t think anything of it until I turn back to face Logan and see that his jaw is clenched and his eyes are focused directly on where Max is touching me.

Is he mad that Max has his hand on my waist? That would be absurd since Max touches me literally all the time. Or is he… jealous?

Oh my god. Is Logan Sokolov jealous that another man is touching me?

I have to stop myself from laughing out loud.

What a ridiculous thought.

“Max?” Logan says.

“I like it too,” he tells him, “But let’s be honest, everyone is going to be looking at Savannah, not me.”

I roll my eyes. “Oh, please.”

“Alright. We’re good here then,” Logan announces right before he turns and leaves the room without another word.

Evelyn pulls me toward her and starts marking adjustments for the outfit.

“Did Coach seem weird just then?” I ask Max.

“Huh? Not that I noticed. But it’s hard for me to notice anything when you look so damn good.”

“Aww, what a sweetheart,” Evelyn coos.

“Don’t encourage him,” I tell her. “He’s just trying to get in my pants.”

“You’re not wearing any pants,” Max says back, making me laugh.