Page 106 of Misfortune and Mr. Right

“I’d love to.”

“Great. I’ll text you when I’m up.”

Rhett wags his rear and looks up at me, so I squat down and give him some love. Then the two of them leave together, and I go to bed with the sweet and poignant awareness that Logan Alexander is only a few apartments away from me—and he’s my boyfriend.

Megan texts me just as Logan and I are finishing a stretch after our run the following morning. He just asked me if I’d consider hanging out with him and Rhett today. We’ve already made plans to go to Gil and Maisy’s for dinner. That’s ten hours from now. And, as surprising as it seems, I do not want to go ten whole hours without seeing Logan.

I’ve got it bad.

MEGAN

I never see you anymore. I’d add a pouting face emoji if they made one.

Our text thread pings with a photo of Megan’s face. Her expression is an exaggerated sulk with her bottom lip sticking out and her eyebrows drawn up in the middle. I laugh.

Logan looks over and asks, “What’s funny?”

“Megan. She just sent me a photo of how she’s feeling.”

I turn my phone so Logan can see Megan’s theatrics.

“What’s upsetting Megan?”

“She says she never sees me anymore.”

“Ahhh. Well, maybe you should give her a piece of your weekend. I did monopolize your evening last night. And I had every intention of consuming as much of your free time as I could before we go back to work Monday, but it’s only fair that I learn to share.”

Now I might pout. “I was looking forward to a day with you and Rhett.”

Logan smiles. “We’ll have tonight with Maisy and Gil. And we have tomorrow, unless you have plans.”

“I don’t. I usually spend Sundays doing laundry and cleaning my place. I squeeze in a run. Nothing special.”

“We can do laundry together,” Logan says. “Unless that’s moving too fast.” He winks.

“It’s very domestic, but I’ve done my laundry with Frank, so I think we’re good.”

“You’ve washed Frank’s boxers?”

“No!” I laugh. “Frank had his own machines and I had mine. We just ended up downstairs at the same time. Scarlett’s usually down there keeping things in check. And Davy Jones was on his shoulder squawking about soap and suds and wash, wash, wash.”

“That bird is something else.”

“He is. So, should I tell Megan yes for today?”

“Up to you. Sounds like she needs some time with you.”

I nod, turning back to my cell, and type out a response to Megan.

OLIVIA

I miss you too. How about a girls’ day together? I have to be back by late afternoon. Logan and I have plans.

I do miss her.

MEGAN

I knew the pouty face would serve my cause. You can’t resist me.

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