Page 11 of Seven of Hearts

I waved my hands to clear the air between us. “It wasn’t about the other person. It was about me. I had some fun. That was it. One night. No strings. I’m not seeing them again.”

Kylie lifted an eyebrow. “Okay, Fort Knox. Keep your secrets.” She let out a breath and smiled. “Are you happy?”

I wasn’t quite back to being happy, but today I was feeling neutral. We were on the post-breakup uptick. “I’m not sad today.”

“I can tell.” She squeezed my hand. “Do what you need to do to get back to yourself. And if that means getting under someone else, I hope you at least share all the dirty details.”

I laughed nervously as she dragged me to the courtyard. “Absolutely not.”

“Please,” she begged.

“You’re about to go on your honeymoon. Enjoy blissful married sex, and I will be happy when you return.”

Kylie arched an eyebrow. “And then you’ll let me set you up with someone?”

I glared at her. “You and my mother set me up with the last one.”

She cringed. “Yeah...Sorry about that. I thought you and Joanne would go the distance.”

“Don’t be sorry. It was good for a season.”

From across the room, I caught sight of Logan manhandling a cup of coffee, opting to sip some caffeine rather than dive into the breakfast spread.

I couldn’t blame him.

Kylie wanted to know who fucked me last night? It was definitely the whiskey.

I picked up a plate from the end of the buffet line and scanned the options. Toast was probably safe. I should probably try to down some protein, but the sight of it made me queasy.

“I’m never drinking again.”

I looked over my shoulder as Logan reached around me to grab a plate. I took a deep breath and decided that toast was the safest option.

“That makes two of us,” I agreed.

Logan trailed his palm across my lower back as he moved to the other side of the buffet line. “Damn good night, though,” he mumbled under his breath.

We shared coy smiles as we made our way down the line, carefully choosing what to put on our plates to curb the nausea, but not to raise suspicion.

We stood shoulder to shoulder at the coffee bar, him topping off his mug while I poured mine.

“So...Tuesday,” I said as I reached for a packet of sugar.

“On a plane, bright and early,” he said.

I mindlessly shook the packet into my mug, debating whether texting him Tuesday morning to wish him a safe trip back would go against the time-honored rules of the one-night stand.

We had been texting all week, managing the logistics, as we helped Kylie and Bryan put the finishing touches on their big day. We had even driven around town together, picking up the tuxes from the dry cleaner and putting out little fires to keep Kylie calm.

It wouldn’t be out of the blue . . .

I stared into the coffee, my hand lingering on the silver spoon sticking out of it.

Texting Logan after this was too much, I decided. I hadn’t even slept in his bed. When we had finished, I freshened up, dried my dress with the hairdryer, then slipped out and drove home completely sober.

Logan set the carafe of coffee back on the table and picked up his mug, discreetly clinking it against mine. “Thanks for the memories, Holloway.”

Now I reallywantto throw up.Because that’s all I would ever be to Logan Solomon.

---