Page 65 of The Runaway Bride's Vow

The upstairs was quiet, and there was no wait for the only bathroom on the floor because her parents were already up and had set about their morning chores. When you lived on a farm, there was no sleeping in.

It reminded Brooke that it was time to get back to her life. She hated the thought that her life would now be minus Logan and Kaylie. She missed them both so much.

After a quick shower and pulling her hair back into a ponytail, she headed down the hallway to her room. She moved to her phone, and this time when she pressed the button, her phone lit up.

There were no voicemails or emails, but there was a text. It was probably from Selena. When she clicked on it, she read:

Logan

Come home. We can talk.

Her heart stuttered.

Her mind raced.

He wrote back. A smile bloomed on her face.

She read it again and again, as though by reading it repeatedly, she could glean the meaning behind his words. If only it worked that way.

However, his message was a start.

She told herself that if it was bad, why would he want to talk? He could simply go his way, and she’d go hers. But maybe he wanted her to pay him for all of the wedding expenses since she was the one who bailed on the ceremony. The more she thought of it, the more she worried that was what he wanted to talk about.

The thought of waiting filled her with anxiety. She went to call him but hesitated. As much as she didn’t want to wait for their conversation, she needed to see him in person. Maybe when they were face to face, he would remember how good they were together, and there was a teeny-tiny chance they could sort this out.

The only way to know was for her to return to San Francisco. She glanced around at her childhood room, which was still just the way she’d left it. As much as she hated to leave after reconnecting with her family, it was time to go home, erm…to her other home.

She reached for her phone. It was charged enough for her to send a message to Logan.

I’ll see you in a couple of days.

She needed to tell her parents that she’d made up her mind about leaving today. She knew her mother wouldn’t be happy, but Brooke wanted to get back before Logan changed his mind about them talking.

She rushed downstairs and found her mother in the kitchen. “Good morning.”

Her mother smiled at her. “I thought maybe you’d sleep in after being up late last night.”

“I think it was your rooster that woke me up. I’m no longer used to him crowing in the morning.” She paused as she figured out how to tell her mother about leaving. The best way to do it was short and to the point. “Mom, I’ve decided to head back to California today.”

“I was really hoping you would change your mind and stay longer.” Her mother poured her some coffee.

“I know. I’m sorry. I just need to go back and clean up the mess I made of things with Logan.”

“I understand. It’s just that I’ll miss you when you’re gone.”

“I’ll miss you too.” Brooke moved to her mother and gave her a hug. When she pulled back, she took a seat at the table. “I promise to come back much sooner this time.”

“It’d be great if you could bring Logan with you.” There was a hopeful gleam in her mother’s eyes.

“Mom…”

“Okay. I just can’t help hoping it works out for you two. From everything you’ve said, he sounds like a great guy.”

Brooke decided to tell her mother about the message she’d received from Logan. She also told her not to get her hopes up. It was probably something to do with settling things for the wedding.

“Don’t give up hope,” her mother said. “Love will find a way.”

Wanting to change the subject, Brooke said, “Mom, why don’t you come visit me in San Francisco? I think you’ll really like it there.”

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