Harper shook her head. “I’m lost. What are you going on about?”
King just smiled. “If you want to see him, go back to Cape Wilde and tell him how you feel.”
Harper chewed her lip. Things were slowing down now that the album was finished, and soon there wouldn’t be anything holding her here. Just endless rounds of meetings, and she could do those by video call.
She hadn’t realized she’d made her decision until her hand was on her cell phone, searching for flights.
She’d packed her things, made some bookings and called Mason. A few days later she was heading back to the east coast.
Back to Logan.
The changes in the months since she’d been there were stunning. The trees that lined the road into Cape Wilde were covered in golden leaves. Harper could see why so many ‘leafers’ came to Maine just to look at the changing colors.
She eased the car around the winding roads, passing through the town and heading out toward Logan’s home.
What would he think when he saw her? How would he react? Would he be happy?
What if Mason and King were wrong? She should have called. It would have been so much easier to call.
Oh god, why didn’t she call?
But what she wanted to say couldn’t be said over the phone. She wanted to see him in person. To smell him, weird as that would sound if she admitted it out loud. She didn’t want a long-distance relationship with anyone, let alone Logan. If she was going to do this, then she was going to do it right.
She’d never told a man she loved him. And she felt he deserved to be told to his face.
She turned the car onto the road to Logan’s house, and before she knew it, she was pulling up next to his truck.
Harper sat with the engine running, half convinced she would pull out and drive away. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it would burst from her chest.
She pursed her lips and switched off the ignition, the engine quietening. Nothing for it now but to face the music.
Of all the upheaval she’d experienced in the past few months, this was by far the most scary. Everything else she could handle.
Her dad turning out to be a complete jerk. Facing her anxiety about singing in public. Getting to know her big sister again, this time without the forced distance between them caused by their dad’s meddling lies.
She found something in Logan she didn’t even know she was looking for. He was like a piece of her heart had slotted into place. Walking away of her own choice hurt, but how much worse would it be if he rejected her?
She’d traveled across the country, packed her whole life up on the hope he’d want her to stay. How was she going to explain that she had a truck arriving with all her things in a week? And what if he...
Harper grabbed her tote from the passenger seat, and opened the car door, stepping into the chill air. Fall in Maine was a hell of a lot colder than in California. She reached back into the car and grabbed her new puffer jacket, the bright pink color making her smile. She pulled it on over her long sleeved henley, doing up the zip and smoothing her hands over denim-clad thighs.
This time she was much better prepared for small-town Maine. Her new flat-soled boots squeaked slightly as she walked to the front door.
Harper bit her lip as she knocked, waiting for a response that didn’t come.
She hadn’t considered that he might not be home. But his truck was parked at the side of the house. She knocked again and the door swung open. She looked around behind her, but it was quiet. No sign of Logan.
“Hello? Logan?” She called, stepping cautiously into the front room.
She wiped her boots on the welcome mat before slowly entering the familiar timber house. It was exactly the same. She ran her fingers over the back of the sofa, remembering the nights she’d sat there curled up with Logan, talking.
The kitchen was clean and tidy, not a dirty dish in sight. She smiled and went to the counter where she’d sat on the stools so many times, sipping the coffee Logan had made for her.
On the middle of the counter sat a small glass vase holding a bouquet of brightly colored flowers. She smiled at the homey touch, and then gasped when she noticed the envelope leaning against the vase with her name written on it.
With hesitant fingers, she reached out and took it into her hands, opening the flap and pulling out a single sheet of paper.
Hi princess. I’m waiting at our favorite place. Logan.
