I walk toward the parking lot and cross it to where there’s a shelter with picnic tables. Sitting down, I press the button and wait.
“Hey,” Logan says. “What’s up?”
“I kissed Ajay,” I blurt out.
“Oh,” he says. That small word lingers on the line between us.
“I’m sorry. It was stupid. I just got caught up in the moment.”
“You had a moment?”
“Nostalgia.”
“Tricky little thing nostalgia is, isn’t?”
“Yeah,” I sigh. “Especially when you don’t have closure.”
“And yet, another tricky word.”
“Logan, I’m sorry.”
“Don’t be, Jamie. I’m not mad. I get it. But listen, I’ll be down in the morning, okay?”
“Okay.”
“Jamie?”
“Yeah, Logan?”
“I don’t want you worrying your pretty little head about what happened, okay? After everything you’ve gone through the last couple of days, I know your emotions are running high.”
“You’re too good to me.”
He laughs, which means he’s probably agreeing with me. “You should tell him about Evelyn.”
I shake my head even though I know he can’t see me. “He’ll bail by the time our ninety days are up. I’m just going to wait him out.” Despite Ajay telling me he’s in this for the long haul, I’m not sure I trust him.
“I gotta run, Jamie. Are you working tonight?”
“Technically, no. I took the night off, but Ajay doesn’t know that. He brought me out to the beach with his friends. I figured I should make an effort if he is.”
He laughs. “Be nice, tiger. I’ll see you tomorrow.” Logan hangs up, leaving me very confused. He’s not mad about the kiss, tells me I need to be nice to Ajay, and thinks I need to tell him about my daughter. It seems like Logan is pushing me toward Ajay when he should be standing between us.
I continue to sit under the shelter, needing a few minutes to get my thoughts in order. A limo pulls into the parking lot and stops. The doors open and a wedding party gets out, followed by the groom and his bride. Her dress is mermaid style and I find myself laughing as she tries to keep up with her group. It’s when her husband scoops her up into his arms that my heart skips a beat.
“Are you sure you want to do this, Whiskey? You don’t even have a dress.”
“I’m tired of my daddy treating you like crap,” I tell Ajay as he drives us to the courthouse. “Besides, it’s my birthday and I can’t think of a better birthday present.”
“Your daddy’s going to kill me,” he mutters.
I wave him off. “Eh, after today he won’t be able to chase your naked ass down the road with a shotgun anymore.”
“Don’t remind me. But he can tell me I can’t live with you.”
“Then we’ll move to my grandpa’s. He’s got that trailer on his property, we could live in that. Hell, we could pull it with the truck and move someplace else.”
“I don’t want you living in a camper, Whiskey. Not with the baby coming.”