Page 131 of Misfortune and Mr. Right

I glance around again, and then I see him.

Logan’s in the back corner with Suze and Charlie, bent over a table with the sleeves of his white dress shirt pushed up. He’s bracing himself on the table, looking down at a laptop. He looks as strung out as I’ve been feeling, only way more handsome.

As if he senses my presence, he looks up, glances around, and then his eyes lock on mine.

His expression is hesitant, brows raised, eyes wide, mouth a thin line. But as I start walking, a sheepish smile dawns on his face.

I pick up my pace. Logan moves around the table and heads toward me.

My focus isn’t on anyone or anything but Logan now. I have to get to him.

He turned down the manager position for me.

I run the last few yards until I’m right in front of him, and then, some rogue part of me that acts without thinking, jumps—right into his arms. And he catches me.

My arms are around his neck and he’s holding me up, his arms firmly around my waist. I slide down until my feet hit the floor, my eyes fixed on his.

He leans in and brings his forehead to mine. A sigh of relief whooshes out of him.

“Hey,” I say, looking up into his steely blue eyes.

“I take it this means you’re considering forgiving me?” His voice is quiet and rumbly.

He smiles a private smile, just for me.

“I’m strongly considering it.” I smile up at him. “The tulips and coffee help. It might require a little more groveling on your part.”

His smile widens.

“Good. Because I can’t start off under a new manager with her hating the sight of me.”

Logan’s voice is a near whisper.

“I don’t know if I’ll be your manager,” I whisper back.

Logan leans in so his mouth is right at the shell of my ear. “Can we go somewhere to talk, privately?”

I nod, unable to form words.

We break apart, and our coworkers explode into applause and whistles.

I cover my face with my hands, peeking out between my fingers.

Logan gently pulls my hand away from my face, weaving his fingers through mine.

“Come on, Pennington. I think you owe me a lunch date at a deli.”

Chapter Thirty-Two

Logan

There's just some magic in truth and honesty and openness.

~ Frank Ocean

Oliviaand I walk through the workspace, all eyes on us. I hold my head high, even grinning at a few coworkers along the way. Her hand is in mine, and I may never release it now that she willingly gave me permission to touch her again.

The way she leapt into my arms? I’ll never forget that moment as long as I live.

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