Page 82 of The Guy Who Fake Dated Me

I wanted to ask her what list but didn’t want to give her any sort of leverage or satisfaction.

Courtney went on. “Logan has a list of qualifications for a wife.” Her voice lowered. “It’s robust, to say the least.”

Again, I said nothing. She could be fishing for information, or just lying.

She pursed her lips. “You should ask him about it.”

Something didn’t feel right. Was she trying to break Logan and me apart? If so, why? The only reason I could think of was that she wasn’t over him. Either that or she was simply a terrible person. I started with the first option. “Do you still have feelings for him?”

She blinked and stepped back. A few seconds passed before she answered. “No. Of course not.”

Was she telling the truth? I couldn’t tell. “Then what are you doing?”

“Just trying to help you.”

I rolled my eyes. “Go help someone else, Courtney.” With that I turned and walked out of the bathroom.

Chapter 22

-Logan-

The next morning, I woke up well before my alarm. Not because I wasn’t exhausted, but because I was excited to see Victoria again.

We’d spent the rest of the masquerade ball dancing and talking. At first, Victoria had been a little quiet. She’d come out of the bathroom at almost the same time Courtney had. I’d asked Victoria about it, but she’d simply shrugged and said everything was fine.

After a few minutes, she’d gone back to her cheerful, wonderful self, and we’d had a magical evening.

For the first time, I’d noticed Victoria cleaning up after people. She’d grabbed two champagne glasses that wedding guests had left in random places and had returned them to a server. It was kind of adorable.

Now I lay on the couch, which was surprisingly comfortable, and stared at the ceiling as light from outside filtered through cracks in the blinds.

I’d told a woman that I loved her—I’d told Victoria that I loved her—and she hadn’t rejected me. Instead, she’d kissed me until I couldn’t see straight and had said the she was falling for me too.

In my paranoia, I’d noticed that she hadn’t said she loved me back, but I told myself not to worry about it yet. It was the first time, and I’d barely gotten the words to spring from my lips.

What had started out as innocent and fun flirting had become the reason I wanted to get out of bed in the morning. The reason I wanted to be a better man so that she would love me even more.

We hadn’t talked about her moving to Big Bear, but I was okay with that. We needed time to process and to see if things would work out.

Did I want a long-distance relationship? No. But I was willing to go with it for at least a few months in order to give us time to get to know each other better.

What if she says no to moving up to Big Bear?

I squeezed my eyes shut and took a deep breath. After a second, I let it out, along with the worry that came behind the question.

A week ago, I wouldn’t have even considered moving here to be with Victoria, but the more my feelings grew, the more the option had embedded itself into my mind.

Yes, I’d be leaving behind everything I’d ever known, but it would be worth it if Victoria was by my side. I could train Vincent to run the Moose and start a new restaurant down here. Maybe Oakland needed a little Alaskan fare.

That brought a smile to my face, and I sat up. My eyes automatically swiveled to the door that separated me from Victoria.

We’d kissed all the way up in the elevator, down the hall, and into the room. Then, by mutual consent, we’d each gone to bed alone. Neither of us had even had to say anything. At that moment, my love for her had grown, and if I’d had a ring, I might have proposed on the spot.

So far, I hadn’t heard her stirring, so I got up and crept to the bathroom so I could get in and out before she woke up and had to get ready. The door creaked as I inched it open to make sure the entrance to her room was shut.

It was.

I slipped in, locked her door, and was about to strip down to get into the shower when I noticed the counter.

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