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Mel pulled away from the curb, and I waved until we went around the corner.

“Well,” Mel said, “it looks like your weekend went well.”

“Much better than expected,” I said.

“Was that the flirting buddy?”

“She used to be.” I heard the love-sick tone in my voice and didn’t care.

“When are you seeing her again?”

“Soon.” I pulled out my phone and opened my calendar.

Chapter 27

-Victoria-

Only after I trudged back up to the suite without Logan did I realize that I should have left when he did. There was no reason for me to stay, except a breakfast for the wedding guests. And since Logan had ordered food for us, I was free to go.

The space seemed empty without Logan’s grinning face and infectious laugh. The blanket he’d used to cover me the night before sat on the couch. I picked it up and started to fold.

Logan was gone.

But he wasn’t.

He hadn’t left me, just like I hadn’t left him when I’d come home from Alaska.

My phone buzzed from the bathroom, and I froze.

The list.

I’d forgotten about it, but now it came back to me like a spotlight hitting me in the face.

Should I have asked him about it? Or was it better that I hadn’t? I’d recognized Logan’s handwriting, most lines in a different color or written with a different pen, as if he’d put the list together over many years.

If that was the case, and these were his requirements for a wife, then I was in trouble. As individual items, they seemed reasonable, but put them all together and suddenly a girl felt like she had to be practically perfect in every way.

On a good day, I’d say I was confident, okay with potty humor, forgiving, didn’t keep secrets, and didn’t run away from hard things. This morning wasn’t one of those days. I glanced down at the blanket in my hands and found that the edges didn’t line up like they should.

My phone buzzed again. I ground my teeth, forced myself to drop the blanket in an unruly heap, and went to the bathroom.

Instead of picking up my phone, I stared at it.

Was it Logan? The man I—I couldn’t eventhinkit. I hadn’t been able to voice it outside either. Instead, I’d fallen back toStar Wars.

What would he say when he knew that I wanted to be everything to him? If he knew that I wanted it so bad that my brain was breaking in an effort to make myself perfect?

My hands shook as I retrieved my phone and turned it over.

I had two messages from Logan, both saying he missed me. I answered with something acceptable and then opened another thread, this one to Kyle.

He was the only one who knew how bad things had gotten the last time I’d been enamored with a guy. I started typing but stopped myself.

Kyle had gotten married less than twelve hours ago. The last thing he needed was me begging for some of his time.

No. I was on my own today.

Another message popped up. It was from my mom.

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