That you’re perfect? That I can’t stop thinking about you? That it’s taking all the strength I have in me not to jump over this table and kiss you right now?
...that I’m leaving in two weeks?
“Do you want to go hiking?”
He was just as surprised to have asked the question, as she was to have heard it. There was something innately disarming about her, and like so many other things, it just popped out.
“Hiking?” She set down her cup of coffee slowly. “Like...today?”
Logan nodded hastily, trying not to make it sound as random as it was. “There’s this great trail. It’s supposed to be beautiful. There’s hiking—”
“Yeah—I know the place. Everyone here does.” She stared across the table with a curious frown. “It’s a rite of passage. We went every summer growing up.”
“Right, of course.” Logan nodded again, trying to play it cool. “Well, it’s only a few hours away, and I know you played hookie yesterday, but I was wondering if—”
“Yeah. I’d love to go.”
Logan stopped short, looking up with a hopeful smile.
“Yeah?”
“Absolutely,” she beamed, “just not today, alright? Whether I’m the boss or not, I can’t just take off at a moment’s notice. Can we go tomorrow? Leave in the morning?”
Logan bit down on his lip, trying to contain his smile.
“I’ll pick you up at eight.”
AFTER ENJOYING A LEISURELY breakfast, Lacy headed off to work while Logan headed back to the house. There were some things he had to get sorted. And there wasn’t another second to lose.
How can I have this life?
The question came back to him again and again, echoing with every step as his feet pounded the pavement on the way home. Yes—it was sudden. Yes—it was a huge change. But he didn’t care. For the first time in longer than he cared to admit, he was happy. For the first time since he’d gotten his company off the ground—he knew exactly what he wanted.
And it was all right here.
He pushed open the door and strode briskly into the freezing house, tilting some food in the bowl for Spartacus while he perched on the kitchen counter—lost in thought.
I could always dissolve the company...
There was a moment of silence, before the devil on his shoulder fired back in a rage.
The company you gave your life to build?! The company that means the world to you?!
Logan sat there, biting his lip, as that devil continued full force.
For a girl you’ve known a few days?! A girl who doesn’t even know your real name?! A girl who’s going to run for the hills the second she finds out the truth?!
She hasn’t run from anything else. Who knows...I might be able to explain.
You’re assuming, of course, that Dylan is willing to just give you his life.
No—I’m not. I’d buy myself a house here. Find a hobby. Finally get to branch out and explore things that aren’t exclusively related to the business.
That’s great, Logan. Maybe you could take up yoga in the park. Buy a turtle. Make a scrapbook dedicated to the girl who’s going to leave you in less than two weeks.
She’s not just going to leave—
You’re right. She’s going to slap you first. How does it feel to walk in Dylan’s footsteps?