He told me before he has another employee. Someone his dad always trusted. He also mentioned they trade off the night calls. Which makes sense.
I wait for an answer, resting my arm on the back of his couch.
“I’ll be back. Sleep good, dove.” He grabs his keys and closes the door before he can clock my reaction.
I’m not even sureIcan make out my own reaction. Not only did he dodge my question, but he called me dove.Again.And a deep sadness slams into me at the thought of never being able to hear him say it again.
Twenty-Five
Isneak into Lana’s, quietly shutting the door behind me. I slept like I was lying in the middle of a rock concert. Yes, I was comfortable—more comfortable than I ever thought I could be alone at Logan’s. It’s unnerving how relaxed I was. But my brain wouldn’t shut off long enough for me to sleep. I did, however, pretend to be in dreamland when Logan came home two hours after getting the call. His boots stopped next to the couch and when he saw I was sleeping, pretending to be asleep, he crept upstairs and shut his door.
So right now, I desperately need my bed and a good four-hour nap.
I tip toe for the stairs, but when the fridge slams shut, I jump.
How did I miss that?
“It’s no use trying to sneak off. I’ve been up for an hour. Coffee?” Lana holds out a mug that reads:I’m on Santa’s naughty list.
I sigh. “Sure, why not?” I take it and slump into the chair.
“You look like hell. I thought you’d be glowing from your sleep over with our sexy neighbor.” She grins from over her cup.
“Your plan was never going to work, but nice try.”
She shrugs. “There’s always next time.”
I’m not sure why Lana wants me and Logan together so badly.
“No. There will not be a next time.”
Lana’s face falls. “I see the way you two look at each other. You can’t deny the chemistry.”
Did we have chemistry?
“And how do we look at each other?”
“Like you both want to rip each other’s clothes off and start—”
“Okay. I get it,” I interrupt not letting her finish that sentence.
“Just saying.”
“It’s just. It’s complicated.” The complexity makes me groan. But it’s also something I haven’t felt before. When I’m around Logan, my belly flips, my heart races, and I can’t control the heated thoughts. All I want to do is throw myself at him, into his arms because I like the way they feel around me.
Stupid betraying heart.
“It’s been quite some time now. Maybe you should think about serving your hubby with those papers. He’s obviously hurt you, Sora. The faster you can make it official, the better. Am I right?”
I know what papers she’s referring to. I can’t stay hidden away forever, pretending I don’t have a dangerous husband on the loose, even though it has been nice. But the thought of Jason agreeing to sign me away is laughable. It would never happen.
“As soon as I save up some more, I’ll call a lawyer.”
All she does is nod in agreement. Giving her that much satisfies her curiosity for now and maybe she’ll stop mentioning it for a while because I really have no idea what I am going to do.
Logan has been to the café every morning since our lake swim, trying out all the different recipes from my father. It’s quite adorable. And I’d be lying if I said I didn’t get giddy waiting for him to show up. It’s the highlight of my morning.
I’m happy my father’s recipes have been such a hit. My gut was yelling at me to share them with the rest of the world. People deserve to enjoy them, and my father would have been thrilled.
