Page 31 of All Roads Lead to You

“It’s cool, Logan,” I said to calm him down, though I was laughing hysterically on the inside.

“I didn’t mean…”

“You’re fine. It happens to the best of snugglers.”

Okay, I had to tease a little.

He stopped what he was doing, which was nothing, and pinned me with a hard stare. “What?” he growled.

I raised my hands and smiled. “It’s cool that you’re a snuggler. I can respect that.”

He scowled and stormed off, grousing, “I’m not a snuggler!”

“Whatever you say, Snuggle-Wuggles.”

He gave me the bird and kept on walking. I held a hand to my stomach as I burst out laughing.

Eventually, Logan calmed down, and he returned to his usual brooding self as we cleaned ourselves and the camp up before heading into Nashville proper.

The first thing we did was tour inside the Grand Ole Opry, taking tons of pictures. I got a great shot of Logan standing in front of the old brick building with the sign behind him. It was even better because he’d smiled.

“I don’t even like country music,” he said as we walked around town. “But I don’t know, the place is, like, iconic.”

“It’s pretty cool.”

“Too bad we couldn’t catch a show.”

“That would’ve definitely been totally awesome. Like I wouldn’t mind seeing Dolly Parton or Kenny Rogers.”

“Yeah, Dolly’s kind of amazing. Come on. There’s a diner close by, and the sign says it has air conditioning. Let’s eat and cool off.”

We ran across the street, and when we stepped into the diner, cold air filled with the scent of coffee and bacon blasted us. Instead of waiting for a table at the busy restaurant, we sat at the counter, which had two seats available.

I ordered a burger and fries, while Logan ordered fried chicken and green beans with bacon.

“You know, we should visit Opryland, the amusement park, if you’re into that sort of thing,” Logan said, popping a bit of breaded chicken into his mouth with his fingers.

“I can do amusement parks. God, I haven’t been on a roller coaster in forever. Mom never liked them.”

“Okay, let’s go there next. The place isn’t huge, so it won’t take all day. Then how about we leave the camp a day early and stay at a motel so we can hit a bar before we head to Memphis?”

I took a huge bite of my burger, topped with onions, pickles, tomatoes, and mustard. “Sounds like fun,” I said with my mouth full. “Hey, maybe we can learn two-step dancing.”

“Uh, isn’t that a Texas thing?”

I shrugged. “I think it’s just a country music thing.”

“Maybe. I’m not good at dancing, though I’ve been out with Hunter to the clubs in downtown DC. Hunter’s better at it than I am.”

“Oh, I’m sure the girls don’t care what sort of moves you’ve got as long as you move.”

Logan frowned and finished his green beans. “I guess.”

After lunch, it was just a short drive to the amusement park. It wasn’t too busy since it was a Monday, but there was still a crowd of vacationers.

We walked around a bit before we stopped to get some ice cream, which we ate on a bench while we people-watched.

“There’s something about southern girls,” I said, pointing at a group of young ladies in cute shorts and miniskirts giggling and looking at us. “I think the blonde one likes you.” She couldn’t take her eyes off Logan, whispering to her friends.

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